Find Something Poem by Cory Jensen

I can't find what keeps me breathing;
There is no air in this hole.
Inside of myself,
I'm always suffocating.
Drillling holes in this box
Trying to feel that breeze.
I can't find that light to shine me through.
All this blackness;
Nothing is true.
I'm trying to understand why;
All the pain is mine.
I can't find why the world smiles;
Though death is clouding the skies.
Choking on the hate;
Laying on the tears.
I just want to find something;
Something for me out there.