Who is gonna clean this up?

Sweet blood pours from her eyes,
Bitter tears fill her mouth,
The cold spreads though her blood,
And her pale skin is tainted.

Thin lines like trees,
Mark her thin arms,
Bones show all over,
She’s so lost.

Congealed blood covers the floor,
Dried tears fill the air,
She’s stiff with time,
And her skin tightens.

What was once her mind,
Covers the floor,
Her soul is lost,
Lost to time.

Her family can’t find her,
Her friends never saw her,
They will all forget her,
And now her souls gone.

Can you see this in your mind?
Feel this in your heart?
Does this make sense?
She died alone, and so messy.