Beauty in the Case

She was a pleasant surprise,one you could call on at any time.
She was used.
She was love or so they thought.
She was lonely and know one knew
She tried to smile,she was numb.
She hid her smile,still she was numb
She caged her beating heart, using heavy glass doors as her cage and thorn filled roses as her gate .
A beautiful sight to behold, but at the end of it all the cold helped the heart live.
While the whole of her faded away bit by bit and her heart became the beauty in the case and her blood the red of the roses.