No More Pain.

By the time I turned twenty seven,
I had already seen two of my Earth angels ascend to the Heavens.
I begged and pleaded but it was all in vain,
fourteen unsuccessful suicide attempts only to be born again.
I racked my brain, played with every poison.
Alcohol and narcotics were my favourite toys. 
Illicit activities no longer linger among my choices.
My drive and desire to stay alive have my soul rejoicing.
I was all ablaze, became a pyromaniac provoking the Gods of fire.
Somehow I was saved from going up in flames.
Never knew how strong my ambition was until my soul almost retired.
Now I am fighting harder than ever before to save my name.
Electrified and even electrocuted by taking wires in my bathwater.
But then I caught myself slipping when I remember my sisters' daughters.
I will never again attempt to play like I'm a sacrificial lamb destined for slaughter.
Instead, I will reinvent myself with my own laughter
so that I can drink from the fountains of youth in the sweet hereafter.