How do you cherish souls long gone yet walk among you?
Hiding yet openly leaking little pieces for you to see
and hoping you will pick them up and try and put them into place.
Once you pay attention
You see that they are lifeless and exhausted.
Searching for something or someone to live for;
Waiting for someone to look at the ugly scars and accepting them for who they have become.
How do you fix a broken soul?