Emotions like the petals of a daisy-

Were pulled from me unwillingly 

In a “she loves me”, “she loves me not”

Self-mutilation that left me vulnerable and bare,

And remembering the beauty that I was

While regretting what I have become,

As the last petal of emotion lies withering

On the ground with no definitive answers found

And the damage done - irreversible.

But I can find some comfort in knowing

That this is just one season of death,

And soon a rebirth will reinstate me

To my former glory with not as much

As a scar on the outside to remind the world

Of the battle that was raged on so fragile a creation,

Reminding me that I am alive and not superficial

Or made of plastic with artificial emotions and feelings,

And I would gladly suffer death again to feel alive.