Destroyed.

Blossomed into a beautiful day, She waited in the back of the florist boutique. As the florist brought her for sale, A handsome gentleman stroked her gentle petals and brought her home. At night he unwrapped her, had a closer look. One of her thorns pricked him, sensed a change in his charms. She felt sorry. He plucked her petals one by one, She grieved in pain and acceptance. Her petals decorated his bed, her thorns in trash. She was powerless. She blamed her thorns for her destiny. She blamed herself.