I cling to what i can, things that make me want to live. i hold on tight as i can grip, hoping that i wont slip. it is hard to live when lifes been what it has, so i hold on tight to what i can ....emptiness is what fills...so i hold on tight to what ever keeps me sane...when all you have to hope for is your grip, it is so much easier to begin to slip. so i hold on tight to that which i have to behold... in hope of keeping grip upon this life thats letting go