Mirrors

I use to be scared of mirrors, every time I would see my reflection in a puddle I would look away every time they would group us for a picture I would say sorry I have to go to the bathroom, every time my phone turned off and the black screen would reflect nothing but my face I was forced to throw it on the ground. BUT HELL CHANGED ALL THAT, after going to hell I could smile, the Devil took my hands and melted my fingers into crayons so I could finally color outside of the lines,

 the devil was nicer than I imagined, greeting me with a blanket and a kiss, but it wasn't him that changed me it was my journey of escape. I learned you can never trust the quite ones and the loud ones just the same. I learned every step is forward and there is no going back, and I learned that even the devils smile could make a little boy cheer. I learned the only way to escape was to get a grappling hook and wrap it around my heart, so I did and I pulled and pulled till the rope snapped but i was able to grab onto a ledge and go from there. I also learned my mommy loves me but my friends dont. I learned that even though he killed himself he's not in the dark. 

I learned that no matter how much I write about her she wont write back, I learned that dreams are a fight between god, man, and the devil. I learned the reason my pen doesn't run out of ink is cause its connected to my heart through a stream of blood I learned I needed to move in slow motion if I wanted to dodge a arrow. I learned that the mirror that I was once afraid of got shattered by my soul, Hell saved me, so take a journey with the devil and maybe he can save you too.