Conquering death is like no other

From watching pets die, to your mother and father

But what about me?

I think it will set me free.

Suicide? No, do not dare to hide.

Not the act of physically dying,

but the breath of fresh air that I kept on denying.

At last,

I have died.

Not from suicide, but from shedding the skin I once wore.

Each time I die, I regrow a new armor.

I will burst into flames then lay on my ashes.

Sorrounding myself as the memories of who I was, flashes. 

At last,

I am born again.

No longer am I afraid of death. I now embrace Rebirth,

where I learned my worth

and my place in this earth.