Always another day

She sits, knife in hand,
her skin is pale, dry like sand.
Shes lived for only fifteen years,
and already has cried a lifetime of tears.

I feel sorrow grown within me,
shes my friend and I can see.
The pain her her eyes,
the fake smiles and lies.

I want to help,
but I don't know what to do.
So I wrote this poem,
just for you.

DON'T ever leave,
DON'T ever go,
and never forget,
theres always tomorrow.

To Lisa, don't ever scare us like that again..