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Nothing

Nothing 

I’m nothing.
I always have been.
Just a whisper in the air,
Begging to be someone,
To be there.
Nothing,
This poem is nothing.
Because nothing wrote it.
Everything I feel is nothing.
Because I’m nothing.
Everything I say.
Is nothing.
My cuts are nothing.
Because nothing made them.
My blood is nothing.
Because it’s nothing.
My pain is nothing.
Because I’m nothing.
This doesn’t mean anything.
Because this is nothing.
I was born nothing.
And I will die.
Nothing.

Copyright © Natalie McGarry | Year Posted 2025



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A cup to small

I was born in a cup to small,
Not enough room for me to grow.
I don’t grow much,
I just sit in quiet and such.
Alone I usually am.
My cup is dirty.
And broken,
I’ve hit the glass,
In hopes to make it bigger,
But when I do I shatter.
I burn it all comes out.
And I realize,
I wasn’t born in this cup.
I put up these glass walls myself.
And this cup that is,
Dirty.
Small.
Shattered.
Is me.

Copyright © Natalie McGarry | Year Posted 2025

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My best freind

Cuts are comforting.
They remind me of death.
The sweet embrace of,
Death.
Reminding myself,
I’m one deep cut away.
 from his cold love.
His love is for eternity.
a timeline of his cold breath.
Breathing down my neck.
As I bleed.
Eternally,
Looking at my dead body,
Watching everyone forget.
All in his embrace.
Death,
Is the best friend I’ve ever had.
He made me realize,
Nobody cares until you die.

Copyright © Natalie McGarry | Year Posted 2025

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Mouth

I’ve grown a mouth that’s so,
sharp.
Cruel. 
When anyone gets near, 
I bite with my quick words.
Leaving nothing but a scar.
It’s all I can give you.
And when you come,
And steal a kiss,
My teeth,
will only cut your lips.
And I wanted to so bad,
But it seems,
I only break pretty things.
I know you meant well, 
but I’m not a vessel for your good intent.
I will only wring you dry.
Leaving you with nothing.
but your bones,
Brittle and cold.
I’m sorry, 
I’m not what you’ve asked for.
But you need abandon.
All your stupid dreams,
Of what you wanted me to be.
You gotta know,
that this won’t last.
But if you’re blind to that,
I am fine with that.

Copyright © Natalie McGarry | Year Posted 2025

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No One Comes Looking

I was eight years old the first time I realized,  
no one was coming to save me.  
That I could scream ,
until my throat bled raw,  
cry until my eyes swelled shut,  
beg until my knees bruised-
against the floor,
and still,  
no one would come.  
I learned young that love is selective.
that some people are born-
with hands that will catch them,  
and some are born to be dropped.  
To be ignored.  
To be told they are too much,  
too needy,  
too exhausting to care for.  
So I learned to be silent.  
To lock the door-
before they could,  
to swallow my sobs,
before they became inconvenient,  
to stop asking, 
stop reaching, 
stop believing  
that someone, 
anyone would hold me  
the way I needed.  
But that doesn’t stop,
the nights when it still hurts.  
When my body remembers,
things my mind won’t let me say.  
When I lie in bed,
and feel like a corpse,  
something used, 
something emptied,  
something that should have been buried, years ago.  
And no one.
comes looking.  
No one checks under the bed,
 to make sure I’m still there.  
No one.
stops to wonder where I went.  
No one.
asks why I flinch,  
why I shrink,  
why I feel like a ghost,
 in my own life.  
I could vanish tomorrow,  
and the world would go on,
like I never existed.  
And maybe that would be easier.  
Maybe it would be easier.
 to become nothing.
than to keep pretending,
that I was ever something.

Copyright © Natalie McGarry | Year Posted 2025




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