.

come on,

“Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.”

“there is a bird caged inside my chest. i know, i know. what a damned cliché. but this caged bird does not strain against my ribs because it longs to break out of its cage. this caged bird does not turn its sharp beak upon my veins to try and peck its way through my heart. this caged bird does not trill an endless morning song to comfort a trapped soul with hobbled wings. this caged bird flaps its wings sometimes, just to remind itself that it can fly. just to remind itself that it is supposed to fly. this caged bird opens its mouth sometimes, just to remind itself that it can speak. just to remind itself that it is supposed to sing. this caged bird spins a pirouette between my lungs. this caged bird grooms its feathers and fluffs up when it’s upset. this caged bird perches on my ribs and looks outside. this caged bird even sings, sometimes. but sometimes, i swear it seems if one day my ribs crumbled, if one day you reached into the cavity of my chest and tugged it free from its chains– this bird would not fly away.”

“When you live in the dark for so long, you begin to love it. And it loves you back, and isn’t that the point? You think, the face turns to the shadows, and just as well. It accepts, it heals, it allows. But it also devours.”

“ask yourself what you were. ask yourself what you wanted to be. ask yourself what you’ve become. now ask yourself: was it worth it?”