Mental Health Poetry
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I didn’t grow up in a pretty house. I didn’t grow up in the perfect family. I wouldn’t even say I grew up in a home. I grew up in the mess. I grew up in a family that didn’t care. I grew up in a building. I walked on eggshells. I always held my
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A raw and honest poem about love, loss, and the fear of losing yourself again while capturing the pull of toxic love and the journey back to yourself.
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A voice can be more than sound—it can be an anchor. In my worst moments, yours has been the one place I’ve felt safe, the one place I could still feel like a child again in a world that demanded I grow up too soon.
Lyrical Logic 