Elizabeth Tyrrell

He Owns Me - Poem by Elizabeth Tyrrell

Someone already owns my heart,
There by owning me.

I have no freedom,
He won't let me go.

The only way is for me to die.

It won't matter if he dies,
He'll take my heart with him to hell,
And control me there.

I won't last long with him,
I can't take his shit anymore.

I'm leaving him forever,
Because I don't love him anymore,
And I never will.

Topic(s) of this poem: hate

Comments about He Owns Me by Elizabeth Tyrrell

  • Gold Star - 18,967 Points Mr. Agape (5/1/2014 8:02:00 PM)

    The world's greatest lover is right around the corner!
    Get ready, he'll appear when you are not a mourner!

    You write well! (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 16,861 Points John Westlake (5/1/2014 7:42:00 PM)

    The person this poem refers to does not own you. Nor will they. You are you. Stay strong (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 3, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, November 12, 2015

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