Let me go

Today I asked him if he would let me go. I said that I have a new interest, a new idea in mind, no time to waste, I want out.
He said, his mission differs: he has plans, he included me in them without my consent.

I'm fighting he won't let go, in fact, he told my neighbor he's watching me, that he loves me that much. I know that's a lie. He wants me dead, he wants my mind, he wants me to fail and die in sin, because living his way brings affliction. I made the decision to walk away he would still follow, stalking me is what i deem it. Yet he doesn't consider it to fall in the realm of harassment. I do. I want out, I say, Let me go. He's pulling...I'm stretching in the opposite direction. I'm fighting, resisting. I refuse to let him win. Though letting me go is far from what he wants, he must.
Because I belong to God now.