Under my chell

Those who say
I'm out of my mind
Just how I like it
looking to find
The welded steal
most call my heart
impossible to bend
but it has broken
will you save me
before I depart
There are some who mend
and others who kill
who wisper my chills
I'm sick of being still
supressed by my skill
I'm living like this
but nobody wants to follow the mist
save someone who helped them like this
but they need not give
just a gentle kiss
to make me smile

is it not worth while?