Doomed Bloomed

The cost of the lost is what caused me to finally blossom.

Rock-bottom was a lightless tunnel, since birth I’ve been in a downward spiral, battle after battle learning each lesson the hard way, I’m not asking for happiness, I just want to feel okay.
 

I’ve taken every mistake on the chin, over and over again.

Enough is enough, I desire the power to gain, move on from the strain, create beauty from the pain, I can’t run from the sins, I must accept my flaws to understand the cause, I can no longer pause.
 

 The cost of the lost is what caused me to finally blossom.