Heroin soul

It was like getting off heroin,
 My brain didn't want it,
 But my body felt in need
 Maybe one day I will understand why,
Everything I love seems to be the death of me,
And I try to run away,
Try to stay alive,
 But as I divide, ride, walk, hide,
 I feel a different kind of dead,
A dead from the inside,
 Inconforminability.
 A state of empty breathing,
 Empty living,
 A slow way of walking to the other side.
The side held by souls,
Empty souls,
 Inconformidable souls.
 Souls like mine,
That have run out of love,
Run out of light,
 And too afraid to search,
Because to lose the little there is to be left Would be The true end.