Should I die again?

If this earth is made up of clay
My world would be easy to mould
Shaping itself to any arrows pierced
No matter in whose hand it is hold

But helas! this earth is made of stone
Though seems hard from outside
Hardened by the pain n sorrows
That created by U and I

Enough of this torture
That I get from different senses
For I want to hug myself
And get rid of this living hell

Why isn’t there one soul
To show me some mercy
Are my sufferings a clown’s play
Juggling me as much as can be!