You look at her and think if people would just stop picking at her like a flower she would grow and thrive to be something more beautiful than just a simple flower.
She had the potential to be so much more if people stopped picking off what they wanted from her then left her to die, surrounded by the petals they didn't want and let her drown in her own sorrow at being discarded once again.
Imagine if they left her be and let her see the sun and feel the rain on her bed. How tall she might grow and how beautifully she would flourish in the sunshine.
If they just let her be.
Now she has been drained of the light,
She has no more petals for they have plucked her dry and left her to bleed on the ground.
She is exhausted, no matter how brightly the sun shines upon her or how heavily the rain falls,
She is dying.
If they had just let her be.
