Can you here her?

Can you here her sobbing sorrows?
can you see her bloody broses?
what about the tears that she sheds
as she bages for Mersey
why she in her corner
with a razer blade in one hand an a bottle of berban in the other
hoping somebody will come to her rescue
just before she cuts her rest
just before her heart rate slows
an as her body finally drops
she'll feel know more
no more pain
no more sorrow
no know she's finally set free from the night mare
that was ones her daily life

( this poem is for an old but not forgotton friend)