You say you have no future,
That it hurts too much today,
But one day you'll be free,
From the surroundings of pain.
Everyday a small grain vanishes,
Eventually the sorrow's worn away,
I promise you with all my heart,
It won't always be this way.
And suicide's never painless,
People are left behind,
To deal with all the misery,
That made you want to hide.
I am always with you,
In your heart and in your mind,
If things become too much,
A shelter you must find...
Eleanor Best
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-blind-but-seeing-eye/
