what doesn’t kill you doesn’t always make you stronger. sometimes it leaves you shattered; broken in a million pieces, and scattered to unforgiving winds in this hurricane of pain that never lets you rest. sometimes it leaves you weaker; hoping for an end that will never come, for a mercy that no amount of prayers can give your dirty, bloodstained soul, because you will never believe you deserve it. sometimes, what doesn’t kill you makes you wish that it did.
when punishment becomes reward | m.a.w (via allthewritethings)
















