

(ahhhh) (hummmm) Raised in a house full of screaming and fights,
Momma’s fake stories still haunt me at night.
Dad disappeared, never picked up the phone,
Got emancipated young, had to raise myself alone.
Learned real quick love could turn into pain,
Sunny outside but inside it would rain.
Every broken memory stuck in my brain,
Tryna outrun trauma but it’s chained to my name.
Now I’m just a lost soul,
Trying to find where I belong.
Mom’s a narcissist, dad vanished long ago,
So I learned how to survive on my own.
And every scar still follows me around,
Like old voices from a life still dragging me down.
But even through the hurt and the cold,
I’m still fighting not to lose control.
Holidays awkward sitting next to my dad,
Feeling like strangers pretending it ain’t bad.
Mom still manipulates every little thing,
Turned guilt and chaos into part of my upbringing.
Now I got trust issues deep in my chest,
Always expecting people to leave like the rest.
Can’t escape the past,
it’s stitched in my scars,
Trying to rebuild myself from these broken parts.
Sometimes I wonder what peace even feels like,
When your whole childhood just felt like survival.
Still carrying weight that was never mine,
Still healing wounds hidden deep inside.
Now I’m just a lost
soul, Trying to find where I belong.
Mom’s a narcissist, dad vanished long ago,
So I learned how to survive on my own.
And every scar still follows me around,
Like old voices from a life still dragging me down.
But even through the hurt and the cold,
I’m still fighting not to lose control.
Broken promises and shattered trust,
Built from anger, fear,
and disgust.
But pain made me stronger,
I finally see, The person they broke isn’t who I’ll always be.
Yeah I bent, but I never broke,
Turned trauma and pain into fire and
hope. And even when the darkness calls my name,
I remind myself I survived the flames.
I was just a lost soul,
Trying to find where I belong.
But
every battle made my spirit strong,
Even when I felt alone for so long.
Now the scars don’t
define
my
fate, They’re reminders that I escaped.
And
maybe one day I’ll finally know What it feels like to call
somewhere home.
So I’ll keep pushing through the rain,
Through every memory and every ounce of pain.
I’ll break these chains that held me down,
And rewrite my story from the ground.