Misuse

I looked up at the sky,
And tried to count the stars.
I found the result coincide with,
The number of my painful scars.

I dipped my foot into the flowing water,
To know how it feels.
It felt exactly the same way as it did,
When I touched the blood of my dead dreams.

I plucked a jasmine and smelled it.
People say it smells the best.
It seemed I had known that smell before,
As my life's redolence was once like that.

I collected some scattered ash,
And tried to feel its pain.
I was so acquainted with the feeling,
As it felt I had cut my vein yet again.

I noticed some disseminated clouds,
Which were faded to grey.
I even observed some uncared wounds,
Which hoped to see another burnished day.

I saw the blot in the moon,
Which it tried to hide.
I hate when people try to conceal their weakness,
And pretend to appear even more bright.

I went to the river and stood still,
To feel the soothing breeze.
Trust me, I felt the same as if
I've seen a death and I'm about to freeze.

I saw a burnt rose in my way,
It asked so many questions.
I could only stare it in awe and say,
"Even my questions are unanswered!"

I picked up a diamond so pellucid,
Which presented immense beauty.
Wish my life wasn't rancid,
And I could also meet other people who weren't snooty.

I watched a candle for sometime,
And noticed its flame flicker.
It symbolized my unstable life,
Which is about to get over!

Yes, I've got no reason to live more.
All delights and hopes have shut their doors.
My soul is dead and I'm bruised,
Because a million times I was hurt and misused.