If I was asked to draw a picture of the devil
I would draw a distorted image
Of me shrunken inside my father
For I am just belittled to him
He hates himself so much
He turned me into him
Just to break me down too
Instead of fixing his own life
He's chosen to destroy mine
And then proceeds to say
'I love you'
So if I was asked to draw a picture
Of the man who was once god's favorite
But then fell
to the deepest deaths of hell
I would draw my father holding a hammer
Banging my hands as im hanging off the edge of a cliff
Then stopping right before I fall
And leaving the scene
So not only am I forever in pain
I have no one to believe me
So yes, if i was asked to draw a picture of the devil
I would draw my father
But then I would draw myself within it
For I am truly, my father's daughter
YOU ARE READING
Poetry written from just a girl
PoetryThis is my first poem book on this account, but I have previous ones up on Wattpad. I can't confirm on specific release times due to my wavering manic episodes. I hope you can understand. Besides that, enjoy my mind
