He Was My God

He is Hell,

Burning my heart.

He has the soul of the Devil,

Harming me in every way possible.

He torments me,

And I still love him.

 

He is like a drug,

Addictive yet murdeerous.

He is my God,

And I am his garbage.

And I still worship him.

 

He has left a permanent mark,

Scarring my arms, legs, and face.

And I still lie for him.

 

He took my life away,

My soul is trapped on Earth.

And I've doomed him,

To an eternity in Hell.

 

He was my God.

Reviews

[Alyssa]

This poem is so striking, you can feel the intensity and doom the subject has, i really like this is got a sense of realism to this because this happens to people, they let their loved one hurt them and keep hurting them but they still worship him and love him. I really like this.
keep it up girl ;)