The Gift

In the event I wasn't born this way
I was created
This defiantly wasn't a mistake
I was chosen to live this life
A life some may call an abomination
It wasn't definitely an unholy transformation.
But one that wasn't rejected.
It became my sacrifice to the
Living and the dead.
Why would I accept such a fate?
I guess you can say I had reached the lowest point
In my life that I felt one could reach
I was borderline suicidal
I was already walking in between realms so may call it
To me it was a gift