We all have that one thing,
That keeps us pure,
Sacred,
Untouched.

But what happens when that's lost?
Not on purpose,
It wasn't even supposed to happen.

It's like opening a book for the first time;
You only hear the crack of the spine once.
No more,
No less.

Well that's what it feels like.
One minute you're fine,
The next your gone.

And I'm not being specific,
Some of you know exactly what I mean.
Others leave it to their minds;
Filling in the blanks.

Those of you who know what I mean,
Know what it's like to watch the clock tick,
As you lay terrified in bed all night.
As you prey nothing happens,
To a God you question.
Because you want to understand why.
You need to see how.
But you'll never know the real reason;
Why me?
Or
How could I let this happen?

But hey,
It'll be alright,
Right?

Sorry. Everyone says.
I'm here for you. They try to comfort;
But there's no sincerity.
So why tell those you think who care when all you get is pity?

No one says the words you're dying to hear.

You need to hear them from someone who cares;
Because what happened once happens over and over.
And it wears your soul down.

Am I really worth this little?
No, I know I'm not.
Doesn't mean I don't think that sometimes.

All you need to hear,
Are five simple words,
That you know are sincere.
That you can tell people mean.
Because when life goes all wrong,
You can remember who said those words.

I love you. And It's okay.

I don't know who means them anymore.
Many people say it,
But only a few really,
Truly mean it.
So those who mean it,
Thank you.

~Raven Krieger