My Hell.

Hi, remember when we used to spend every day together? When you would never do anything to hurt me? When we were like two peas in a pod? Well I do. Its been over a year since all that has changed, you no. I still think about you, not in the same way anymore though. You used to be perfection to me, now your just one of those witches; pathetic and immature. You took everyone with you when you left, but I thank you for that, because now I have the most caring friends.
I see you looking at me sometimes, you should take a picture. Do you remember when you would make my life a living hell? When you would make snide comments just to see me collapse in on myself? I do. The worst year of my life. My friends were so worried. You made them worried, they are your friends too.
Its so difficult to see your face everyday; the face of my own personal satan, in my hell. But I think I should let you know that the fiery pit is behind me now, that I can see the light to the golden gates, that I am infront of them. You can't hurt me anymore, you've lost your power over me. You can continue with your life, and I will continue with mine. At least mine has a path, where as you will forever stumble upon the the question of 'where is this going?' So really, I thank you.
You have made me have strength to defeat my hell, the only way is up.