The best thing about me

I told myself I didn't need to be loved, I guess I was wrong. I need it. I need it so bad. I don't want to be alone, I want a companion who can be by my side anytime, I want a companion who can listen to me and calm my fear, I want a companion who loves me.

Not being desperate, but it's only been three days and I already can't take the loneliness anymore. I want someone to tell me he misses me and loves me, I want late night texts. Because everytime I received his texts, nights wouldn't feel so empty. But see what I have now, nothing but a mess. I can't feel my heartbeat anymore. Something in my chest has been swallowed whole. This feeling sucks. It just won't go away.

Have you ever felt like hanging on a cliff, where you had nothing to hold on to but a string? Not even a rope, yes only a string. That it could be cut off easily by the rough rocks? And somehow people are up there watching, wanting to help but they can't? I can see the picture everytime when I close my eyes, I look up and find hands sticking down to try to pull me up. What do I do? I try to grab hold of their hands and pull myself up, but my arms don't allow me, they're not strong enough. It goes on and on, until we all get tired, hands disappearing for they no longer have patience just to save a little life. They're all getting exhausted now, and so am I. One hand can still be seen, right above my head. She tells me to hold on tight, and she tells me not to give up. Those familiar words blow across my cheek, I can barely hear them. The cliff is so deep and the voice is too weak, what does it exactly say?

What does it say?