Skin

This exterior I'm in
It's as white as porcelain
I wish to be comfortable within
But I'm always cold
No matter the condition
I live in sweaters
No such thing as weather
My hearts an igloo
My brain is too
I have no emotions
An average girls is like an ocean
Except mine has no current
I hide it all away
Just like the scars I've made
They make people sway
I have nothing to say anyway
People come and go
Yet still I have no flow
I wish someone could throw
A rock into my soul
Just to get a ripple
Or maybe a little trickle
Of some type of feel
I copp many
Many feels
Of any drug
Just to make me feel
a little more surreal
But I am steel
For fucking real
Reality is confusing
I question my consciousness
Such obviousness
In complete bliss
Under influences
It's easy to miss
The selfishness
I've made of this
Been numbed for so long
Highs are prolonged
One ontop the other
Never waiting for the come down
For years I live life
Like a fucking trife
A needle
And a knife
Trying to rid these toxins
Built up within
Rationalizing my use of Heroin
What the hell am I thinkin?
This skin has been forsaken
I cannot help but to sin