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Slash

Another word flashes in my mind
Another slash in this heart of mine
They say all good things come to an end
They don't tell you that you have to lose a friend
They don't tell you that a part of your life would end.
It hurts so bad
There are not enough synonyms to sad
The sadness I feel ignites my anger
Now I argue out of desperation
The constant need of things you deem taboo
Like the idea that you have an attitude
Or that sometimes you don't have to be rude
and you say that no one deserves to know you
But do you know you?
I feel pain for saying that
But who other than me could tell you that?
I wrote you a letter in the form of poetry
Because the only people who think on this level is you and me

Copyright © Issabella McCarty | Year Posted 2018



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Have You Ever Felt Pain When Everything Was Numb

I wish that nightmares only happened in dreams
Or lives that were so tightly joined together, didn't burst at the seams
I wish that I could find the solution to the pain of losing a lover
Or the pain of losing a sister or brother
Condolences insult the wounds
Hurt feelings and anger has the family consumed
I wish that I could understand why a life so special could just end
How do you mend a heart shattered into remnants?
How do you heal a mother who's sweet baby is gone?
When you know that baby will never come home?
Grief has transported us to a dark place
Sadness has turned to anger and alliances break. 
What could have been done to save this precious life?
In order to find the answer, we MUST survive. 
The pain of losing a loved one is not temporary
We carry the pain on our sleeve
We cry deeper and harder for every tear they cant see.
It's hard being the one that's left behind
Especially when we were always side by side. 
Its hard holding the burden of missing you
When I know that God must have missed you too.
How could he not?
Your smile lit up my world if not THE world
Now I hide you in my heart 
The first step to healing is to start.

Copyright © Issabella McCarty | Year Posted 2019

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Dad, You Forgot To Love Me

I cant understand what it takes to be loved by a man
To be cherished by a father 
Or to feel fatherly love like a daughter 
I cant understand why I was chosen to love a father who loves a bottle more than his seed 
Or why you only talk about me when you see me succeed 
I cant understand why my time and my smile and my happiness doesnt fit you
Cause every last woman that you have put before me has used you 
All I ever wanted was you to be there for me 
I needed you and you told me to wait by the door of your heart and I waited 
You told me you loved me and I replay it
Every broken promise that was fixed by a kiss
Or every achievement that you’ve missed
You forget that I exist for women who use your weaknesses against you
They bring out your ugly side and you dont even know it 
The hatred I feel is intoxicating 
Is it easier to swallow poison?
Or should I let you murder me with neglect? 
Or Slap me in the face with disrespect? 
Its no need to make things complicated 
Find the courage to ask for redemption 
Only to plead your heart out to someone who’s isn’t listening

Copyright © Issabella McCarty | Year Posted 2019

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Wasted

Nightmares of the potential I wasted haunt me at night.
Repeats of the old me cut deeper than a sword.
And when I ask for help, I often get ignored.
If I speak on my true feelings, I'll be told that I'm too sensitive
No, everyone is too dismissive
While I feel casted into a pit of anger.
no one to vent to so my emotions are spilling over.
I can never get it right, its like either im over or im under
I'm too smart to realize how dumb I am
I lack the ability to find the motivation to uplift myself
because everytime someone else has a problem 
I forget myself
I dismiss myself
But when im lying in my bed on my face crying 
All I got is myself.

Copyright © Issabella McCarty | Year Posted 2018

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July 22

I'm so lost and confused.
How am I supposed to win, if all I do is lose?
I've been praying more and it doesn't seem easier.
But the trouble in my life is consuming me as if I stepped in quick sand.
Slowly, I watch myself drown under the heavy load of depression.
At night my pillow doesn't offer relief
It holds all the problems I attempt to avoid
suffocating me as if my thoughts had jumped out of my head
And were the murder holding a pillow over my face.
Sometimes I sob deep bellows of hollowed emotions in a coffin called bed
Laying in my bed is not a refuge for the war that I fight against myself
I look in the mirror and I cant figure out "why I can't fix myself?"
Tears run down my face like dirty water
Water stained from the pain I've endured
Trapped between four walls without a hint of who you really are.
What am I living for?

Copyright © Issabella McCarty | Year Posted 2018



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Devil-oris

It’s easy for you to tell me about me
You can take a magnifying glass and see problems I don’t see
Within a breath you can summarize my life
You can tell me when I went left and I should have went right
Can you tell me about the times I couldn’t sleep at night?
Can you tell me about when I was being carried down the stairs that night?
Surely you can tell me how I woke up to my father hitting my mother in the head in the shower?
Do you know the date, time or hour?
I’m positive that you remember when my father attempted to ruin my 20th birthday so he wouldn’t have to give me a gift? 
Or when he was by my house with his new girlfriend when my sister was in and out of consciousness 
Surely you can explain why he took us to Daytona and only fed us peanut butter and jelly sandwiches or beefaroni for a month
While we watched his girlfriend eat Wendy’s every day after work.
Or how he allowed another girlfriend to bully me over my belongings and my mother was my saving grace
If I was so cautious I would think that you weren’t aware of your actions 
But you took the umbilical cord off my sister as an infant
You won’t even let your first great-grandchild be in your residence 
You refuse to realize that you failed as a mother
You watered a seed in the concrete of a home lacking motherly love
You are so evil and twisted you never taught him how to love a woman
Let alone be an upright man and a husband
You taught him to be afraid of responsibility from the beginning
You taught him to hide like a coward when it doesn’t fit his interests
You took one of God’s creations and ripped the spine from the man
He follows you because without his devilish crutch he cannot stand 
You walk around with your head above everyone else 
Like no one deserves your presence as if it was a blessing
I pray that in death you will see your funeral
I pray you see the people who are happy that you are no more
I pray every evil thing that you’ve done haunts you on your death bed
I pray they take the form of the people you’ve hurt
You are NOT my grandmother.
You ma’am are lower than dirt. 

Copyright © Issabella McCarty | Year Posted 2019

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This Poem May Not Be For You

In a perfect world monsters wouldn’t creep
They wouldn’t bother little kids while they sleep
They would make keeping a secret a burden so deep
I am a member of a group called scorned
Where fathers show up but never stay to perform
Where mothers stay up late at night weeping instead of sleeping 
And where grandmothers pray for healing 
Where churches ask for donations but no one is giving
In a world asking for answers no one is listening 
The American Dream is bending 
My generation believes that success includes drugs, money, and stripping
Sometimes I picture myself running through the jungle blind 
and when i put my emotions to paper i lose my mind 
If im a little antisocial please forgive me
But people always take and forget to give me
Im always last on the list 
Im always the name they thought of but missed
“Oh i didnt think you would of came”
“I thought you were doing something” 
Did you ask or did you not plan on my attendance? 
I’ve never let my need for happiness turn into dependance 
I’ve never let my circumstances rob me of my dreams 
I refuse to let the struggle strangle whats mine
I am destined for a path that not too many take 
And if they do often they have to fake 
They even act like they’re one way just to make friends 
I’d rather be myself and alone 
at least i don’t have to pretend

Copyright © Issabella McCarty | Year Posted 2019

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Something Should Have Told Me

Maybe it was the difference in the way you speak to me 
Or the deterioration of our bond
It should have been apparent when the laughs that fertilized our garden of love and creation were kidnapped 
The cavity where love once flourished overflowed with betrayal 
The feeling of being replaced tapped me on the shoulder and slapped me in my face
Something should have told me our time had ran out

Maybe it was the way you look at me when you’re mad
Maybe it was the way you run away from me when I was the comfort you needed when you’re sad
I had this bubbling in my stomach the last time you were “going to a friends house”
I couldn’t rest when you failed to come home
I tried to come up with a solution to an equation I didn’t even know 
I was preparing for a harvest from a garden that didn’t even grow
The realization of a cancerous wedge between us should have told me 

Maybe the ambiguity of our fate should have told me 
So often I prayed for a sign to confirm 
But every inconsistency was quickly discarded
I forgot how to stand without the crutches of our relationship 
I seen the problem and swept it under the rug
I was crippled by the need to have someone
I was afraid to be alone
The last time I seen you sitting in the car on the phone 
Something should have told me 


Something should have told me that love can make people do crazy things
Like pretending to not know that your partner is cheating so things don’t change
Like when the sun is out but its raining
Like spilling red wine on a white shirt 
Loving you can be permanently staining

Something finally told me that i’ll never be lonely as long as I got me

Copyright © Issabella McCarty | Year Posted 2019

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When The Summer Rained

Hot air causes me to sweat 
Stress causes me to cry 
There’s nowhere to hide from my emotions
But I still try
Food hates me 
Weight loss deteriorates me
They ask me what’s wrong but I have no answer
Confusion and anger cloud my judgement 
I want to move forward but I have no legs
Life moves around me as I stay stagnant
Regret from past future and present chain me to the floor 
And when I look for understanding there is no more
I search for my purpose to no avail 
I work so hard only to fail 
I pick up my pencil and I cannot focus 
I use my words but I cannot speak
Loneliness in a crowd of people keeps me quiet 
So many emotions and I just wanna hide it 
How do you handle loving a lover who’s heart is your no more? 
How do you stand when you want to fall on the floor? 
I try to be strong and just have patience
But my patience is breaking me to the core
My desperation for love is my demise 
I swim in a sea of whys 
I suffocate waiting for true love to find me
I just wait for true love to try me

Copyright © Issabella McCarty | Year Posted 2022

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A Losing Battle

As i walk through the valley of the shadow of death i feel alone
I live in a place that is supposed to feel like home
The emotional disconnect captives my family
So many things to say and no time to say it 
We’re losing our minds trying to keep it
So often we just barely keep our heads above water 
Its hard to keep afloat with broken feelings dragging us down
The need to be understood causes us to drown

The ability to watch your spiritual death is a curse
To see everything you could do to make things better but only make it worst
I am buried in disgrace
I am entombed in depression
I smile with beautiful lies
The happy people are the ones that cry
The ones that have to turn the other cheek
The ones that could steal everyones attention but choose to be meek
Their smile belongs to every tear that disappears under their chin
Their smile is the price of love 
I wonder why happy people don’t give up

Copyright © Issabella McCarty | Year Posted 2019

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