Requested poem about someone who has depression because their loved one is dead.

There she sat,
Hidden in the shadows,
Her hands close to her chest.

Her breathing ragged,
As her eyes scanned the room,
Searching for that one voice.

No-one was there to comfort her,
No-one was there to tell her everything was alright,
Not even the person she loved was there.

The pain of loneliness,
Like a sharp knife to the heart,
She's had enough.

What was the point of living,
Without the person she truly loved?

Her heart ached everyday,
Like a scar that can never heal.

She can finally be free,
She can finally,

Be with the one she loved.