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(Based on a true life event)


Breathe in... stuck.  
Mouth full of silence.  
Machine sings, but I don’t.  
They say I’m stable.  
But this ain’t living.

Can’t... breathe.  
Nurse says—blocked.  
No air. No air. No air.  
Do something.  
Suction failed.  
Propofol in.  
Goodnight.

I was there,  
but not.  
Woke up reborn,  
but broke.  

They saved me.  
But they didn’t see me.

I coded. I crashed.  
But you didn’t kill the signal.  
I turned your silence  
into signal.  

Blocked tubes can’t stop  
what I carry now.  
Where the dark  
speaks light.

Suction Failed (Stripped Version)

[Verse]
Beneath the weight I’ve carried too long
A quiet voice says I still belong
In the cracks of doubt, where shadows creep
Hope whispers soft while the world’s asleep

[Pre-Chorus]
Through the dark, I see a flicker ignite
A fragile flame that will outshine the night
My heart beats louder with every stride
I won't fade
I won't hide

[Chorus]
Rise from the shadows
Break through the haze
Let the light find me
Set fire to the grey
With every heartbeat
I’m stronger
I’ll climb
This is my moment
This is my time

[Verse 2]
The echoes linger of battles I’ve lost
Each scar a story
Each tear a cost
But I’ve built my strength from shattered ground
In the silence now
I hear the sound

[Pre-Chorus]
Through the dark, I see a flicker ignite
A fragile flame that will outshine the night
My heart beats louder with every stride
I won't fade
I won't hide

[Bridge]
Stripped to the bone
Where the truth is laid bare
The weight of the world turns to air
The piano hums as the stillness grows
I’m ready now
Let the storm explode

Rise From the Shadows

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I see the weight you’re carrying inside,
The silence where your tears still hide.
No need for answers, no need for more,
I’ll sit with you, that’s what I’m here for.

You don’t have to walk alone,
I’ll be the place you can call home.
When the night feels heavy and true,
I’ll sit in the quiet, right here with you.

The world still turns, the days move slow,
Some things are hard to let go.
Through every wave that pulls you deep,
I’ll guard your heart, I’ll help you breathe.

You don’t have to walk alone,
I’ll be the place you can call home.
When the night feels heavy and true,
I’ll sit in the quiet, right here with you.

It’s okay to cry, it’s okay to break,
I’ll hold your hands through all it takes.

You don’t have to walk alone,
I’ll be the place you can call home.
When the night feels heavy and true,
I’ll sit in the quiet, right here with you.

Here With You

Layla… it’s me, Natascha. Can you hear me?
[Background whispers, very soft Arabic] (يَا أُمِّي، لَيْلَى… أَنَا هُنَا.)

When you came home, we trained the air with balloons at night,
Old films looping, reels on my phone like little lights.
Hope was a false spring I warmed my hands beside,
You said, “Don’t worry,” and I learned how to hide.

February 11—I called and called again,
A voice that wasn’t you, a bruise, a failing wind.
Snowed-in flights, a prayer in every gate,
I ran to you, I kissed your face.

Now I live in the waiting room, counting rings that never end,
Certain you’ll pull to the curb like before, but time won’t bend.
Am I a good daughter? Did I do enough? Will you forgive my fear?
Layla, I am still your child—I’m here, I’m here.

“What did you cook for me?”—our ritual, a nod so faint,
Thin veins, weeks of needles, white coats that only paint.
You told Zaid you’re proud; you told me I’m your mother—me?
“You take care of me so well”—you set my hands free.

Black flies in the corners, a clown at the window’s seam,
Temu promises, a thousand jokes to buy a little dream.
I read you all your pages; I fed you gentle light,
Your laughter in bathwater still echoes through the night.

Now I live in the waiting room, counting rings that never end,
Certain you’ll pull to the curb like before, but time won’t bend.
Am I a good daughter? Did I do enough? Will you forgive my fear?
Layla, I am still your child—I’m here, I’m here.

The night of the twenty-fifth, the room exhaled and stilled,
Consent forms like paper boats on a flood I couldn’t fill.
I took the polish from your nails, Zaid kissed your feet and swore,
He’ll name his daughter after you—your light at our door.
Balloons expanding with our breath,
Brie and fruit and kitchen songs, the way you said my name,
Your nod in the ER kept the world from breaking in,
A sheet became a shoreline, and I couldn’t leave the rain.

Now I live in the waiting room, where six months fold and flee—
A breath, a century, a circle drawn around your key.
If love is what remains when every monitor goes clear,
Layla, I am still your child—
I’m here, I’m here.

You were mother and friend, teacher and child. You made us whole.
(هَلْ تَسْمَعِينَ؟ أَنْتِ مَعِي… أُحِبُّكِ.)

I'll Call You Later (For Layla)

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