Unhealing wounds

I was so young, Sensitive as a flower, "Handle with Care" was my name. Years and years I was treated As a petal, gently with care, Until one day they decided, The flower has to be crushed. My soft, fragile heart Was given an earthquake, I begged everyone to stop But alas! They were deaf. Years later, I was shattered when People did that again. Perhaps, this is what they call "Trauma"?