The unexplainable bleeding of the soul, begging of the heart. Come back to us and see. We are painted pretty, hiding from the sympathy, with your stains underneath. Come back to us and clean them. Seeing them burn into our skin, we scream your name. You are deaf to our voice now. It echo's off our skulls, bruising our thoughts. The pictures we burned can always be remade. The cuts are too deep to sew. Your name is tattooed on our ribs. Come back to us and touch us. Feel the sandpaper tongues, count the bones you broke, glue our hearts together. Come back to us.