Voided Existence

How is that half my being is empty and void, While half of my being is chaotic with noise? I know that I know that God is real. Yet when I search for His heart, it's torture I feel. So lonely and lifeless, I'd lay down to death. But I made a promise, so I push ahead. The picture they paint, Is something I ain't. Been pushed and held down, I can't quit on me now. I'm not without flaws, Still there's a greater cause. In the midst of this freefall, It's not finished for all.