Growing flowers from the hollows of my chest

I’ve realized now I’ll probably never be the same person as I was before the strings of my heart were cut and then so violently destroyed
I find it nearly impossible to recover from this hole in my chest
Because when you look into the hollowed out home of my heart all you see is a void
I’ll probably never be the same person
But that doesn’t have to be a bad thing
I will chose to better myself not worsen
I will grow flowers out of the cavity in my chest
And hope for the flowers to be so beautiful that not a single thought pierces someone’s mind to pick my flowers
And I know I will not stress the rest
My flowers will be adored for endless hours
Admired by beauty of their color and shape of their pedals
Watered with desire to watch them grow
I will to find someone who looks at my flowers like they are medals