This poem is about the people who shaped me without ever knowing me. Chester Bennington, Robin Williams, and Heath Ledger three artists who spoke my pain before I had words for it. Through music and film, they helped raise me, comforted me, and made me feel less alone in my depression. This isn’t a tribute that glorifies their deaths, but an acknowledgment of the impact their art had on my childhood and the person I became. It’s about being held together by voices that are gone, and still choosing to stay.