Needing You

My grip is slipping.
I don't know how much longer I can take it.
The pain is so intense.
My heart is so depressed.
I'm down all the time.
I am a pessimist seeing the bad in all things.
Thats all my life consists of,
Hate...
Pain....
Loneliness...
Oh how I feel so along,
in this cold dark world.
Time seems to go by so slow.
Hour after hour, week after week.
Life seems so bland, so bleak.
I wish you were here with me, to be my friend, my family.
But it's too late now,
you're already gone.
Now my grip has slipped,
and my life is done.