Destroying your body seems to be no big deal...
Until your bones become hollow and you've forgotten the reason for waking up in the morning.
Your bones will deteriorate
and your body and mind become strangers
and the face looking back at you in the mirror seems horrified.
You can only stop to think "Why?"
Why am I so out of touch with myself?
And your bones will turn to dust while your mind and your body are being hung to dry from all of the damage you have done.

I took your petals and I tore them off one by one,
until you were bare.
I tried to paint your petals a different color
for my selfish reasons.
I loved you when I changed you.
I kept you close, planted you in my heart.
But I forgot to water you, I got tired of your colors,
and I strayed off
Forgetting that you were still alive,
and I killed you.
That thought will never leave my mind.