Shards of Broken

Can you see Her?
Over there.
Seated on the floor, red stains on her dress.
Do you see Her?
Fist clenched around fragments of her being.
Now I see Her.
Trying to pick up what is Broken.
Somebody help Her.
Won't somebody tell Her?
Shattered hearts like broken glass;
You'll cut yourself,
Trying,
To pick it up.