Where's the survival guide for this calamity?

I'm praying, PRAYING, for someone to take my hand

And tell me it's okay. 

I'm not a religious person, 

but for this, I don't know where to turn. 

I'm constantly wishing for her to come back. 

For her to call me, "Are you drinking coffee?" 

That's what she'd say to me. 

"Are you drinking coffee?" 

In a basketball game, she tripped a girl 

Purely for the fact that she made fun of me earlier that day. 

She was a work of art. 

A true Picasso. 

Meningitus happened to be the knife in the painting.

17 years old. 

Barely had a life?

No. 

She had it all figured out man. 

She knew what life was all about. 

Was that why she was taken? 

I don't know. 

But I know this much,

She's my best friend. 

And that, she will stay.