This is what a person writes about when a person has nothing to write about. all in all, you incapuslated the feeling well. Maybe you will find an image or two more, when you break the frigging glass.
that little hole in the center is no longer of a whole, but a vortex filled with imagery sweet imagery.
I can't really offer to much on this, it sounds to much of a confessional, and there's nothing highly original abou it...it's been done to death, I'm sure the sentiments are there, and that it's honest, but poetry...I don't know.
Overall, I liked it. However, you might want to think of using less hope. Also, are you waiting for someone to create moments when you can't think about life without them? It's a little unclear. I do like how you end each stanza in an abrupt sounding foot stomp. Nice poem.