Losing hope.

At the end of my rope.
Slowly losing my grip, and starting to slip.
Thinking of losing, and letting go.
And falling once again into a hole.
A place were I've been, and forever have known.
But if you can, please pull me up, before I fall.
I realise I have alot to lose, after all.
Pull me up slowly, so you can show me.
How it is, and how it should be.
If I make it to the top, please forgive me.
It'll be the last thing I ask, I promise you, truly.

- Sadbutglad