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Merissa Henry Poem
I’m lost, and i gotta pay the cost
i’m slowing down, tryna make it to town
i keep on falling, looking for panacea, feels like i got more problems than north korea.
nothings been right, always putting up a fight
looking for a cure? please, go look in the mirror
and i’m talking to myself, trying to reach the highest shelf.
pumpin up your adrenaline, looking for some medicine
feeling so very delicate, asking if you’re even relevant
couldn’t afford a vacation, cause you didn't know how to do the equations
so you drink until you don’t know where you are, but can’t you see you’re a burning star?
we only burn for so long until its time to face our wrongs
up or down, heaven or hell
you choose your own path, realizing you fell
and once you’ve gone to the dungeon, you’re gonna wonder how to even function
you brace yourself for the best, instead you stay falling in the crest.
a free soul has much time to roam, maybe thats why you have trouble finding stable home
you fall to another level and then you’ll see you have met the devil
look in his eyes and you’ll see the despise. Hes not your friend, he wants to show you the end.
Eternity lasts forever, so you must be clever.
The question is there twenty-four seven, heaven or hell, you can choose your hotel.
Be with the worst and you’ll see the curse, but if you stick with the best you need to learn how to face the tests.
Copyright © Merissa Henry | Year Posted 2015
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Merissa Henry Poem
They said “try it, it takes the pain away”
But what do we gain besides being so cliche?
I’ve seen it all, addiction and failure.
But maybe I just thought addiction was nothing but a fiction and that my failures would come way later.
We slowly fall into this trap that makes us wonder where the hell the map went.
And we won’t end up like our elders, instead we wanna be like the weed sellers.
Hit it a few times and feel the taste of a wonderland, take a seat its time to start crashin'.
And thats one of the many reasons we loved the drugs, they always had us smashin.
They say its not a gateway, but is it leading us in the straightway?
Barely making it a day without some type of high and here we are wondering why.
We’re so wrapped up with this thought of perfection so we end up in the wrong direction.
They tell us to not let ourselves down so we go to town and pay the price but we shoulda thought twice.
You think i’d be cautious from my families mistakes but instead I’m lying on the floor nauseous from the intake.
Mom and dad chose crack but they didn't have the stacks
I remember cutting up fake money for it, promised if i hurried the easter bunny would come soon
Funny though, wasn't even home for Easter, wasn't much of a pleaser
Lost faith in the man upstairs cause praying to him every night for almost 3 years didn't heal my mom and i've wasted way too many tears
Dont get it twisted I still believe, then again I could just be naive.
And thats why I like the high, cause it makes time go by so I can stop reminiscing on the past and dismiss the hurt so i can just get trashed.
I’ll probably go down just like the economy but thats okay i was more into astronomy
Now here I am wondering what happened suffering from slacking.
Light it up looking for an answer, most likely gonna get cancer.
Looking at my life has me speechless, guess its time to pick up the pieces. From now on you can look at me like a fetus.
Copyright © Merissa Henry | Year Posted 2015
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Merissa Henry Poem
What I might say might take your breath away
A story of a little girl that didn’t know what to say.
Confused because she was abused, she just wanted to be excused.
Excused from life, always looking for the sharpest knife.
Her dad loved the drugs, not his daughters hugs.
She tried so desperately, and all she did was create an enemy.
Bruises on bruises, and she still refuses.
Over flowing with emotions and she still stays unspoken.
She met a boy and thought he was different, 8 months later she saw he was distant.
Gave herself to the devil now people call her a rebel.
Scars on her arm yet she tells people not to self harm,
Most people fear death but she’s counting down to when she can take her last breath
Trying to pick up the pieces but they’re all stuck in the creases
She didn't just lose one love, she lost two.
She lost love for herself and doesn't have a clue.
Wondering where she went, trying to fix this dent.
She’ll never see her beauty, But I’ll make it my duty.
And it makes me sick that depression took away her soul, the only thing that makes her whole.
Copyright © Merissa Henry | Year Posted 2015
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Merissa Henry Poem
Her body was slowly sinking into quick-sand, she kept reaching out for a hand.
Nobody saw her, it was like she was invisible even though she was so visual.
Eyes so blue, always so pure and true.
Lost her innocence from a boy who only wanted the satisfaction.
She knew it wasn’t love.
But she was lost looking for a distraction.
Always looking for help from the man above.
Never a fan of sinning, little did she know she started beginning.
She stopped looking for the Lord because she started to get bored.
So many bottles of vodka, and shes stuck in a trauma.
And when she looked in the mirror she no longer saw herself as pure.
Baby bump on her belly, made her knees feel like jelly.
Now shes pregnant and scared and so unprepared.
Crying herself to sleep wondering how she got so deep.
If you knew how she kept that smile on her face you might be amazed.
In fact, you may be utterly dazed.
Shes so mysterious and it makes you wonder why shes so serious.
Looking for a compass feeling so loveless
But if you look close enough you’ll wonder how she stays so tough.
Copyright © Merissa Henry | Year Posted 2015
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