A taste of my poetry (Trust me I have better ones)

Title: Where is my Key?

I am suffocating.
My lunges are burning
I feel like I can’t breathe
Loneliness is like a vacuum.

I feel the life being drained from me.
If my words were air I’d be dying.
I can feel my lack of air as I am standing,
Outside myself.

I see my heart.
I see the locked home.
Where is the key,
For this scared,
And battered shack?

In my foolishness I had thought I’d found the key,
But it was nothing but powder.
All things must crumble to dust in the end.
Where is my silver key?
The lovely being who will finally set me free?