Dead End

My head is stoned and feelings dried. 

My heart seeks peace with glimpse of a smile. 

The cool numb skin wants a touch, but no ones find.

 A rough, tough layer takes a shape and don't let me cry.

 Life has gone the way, where everyone's denied.

 Looks like the dead end, where no ones arrive. 

I am so stoned that it is even hard to retry.

Author's Note

I am beginner in poetry and hence posting my first poem. I usually write thing out of my mood and thus are more of philosophical in state.
Please read and let me know your points to improve my writing