
I was lying on a cold white bed,
Hands tied down, with a fear I never said.
Lights too bright, but nobody saw me,
Just a number in a room, not a human body.
But I kept breathing, slow and true,
Holding on to the little things I knew.
You can break the moment,
but you can’t break the truth.
I am the unbroken body,
I am the voice they tried to hide.
I am the quiet survivor
with a fire they can’t deny.
I keep rising, rising, rising
I stay human in the hardest night.
I am the unbroken body,
and my memory is light.
They said “protocol,”
but it felt like fear.
They didn’t hear my words,
but my heartbeat was clear.
Still I’m here,
turning pain into meaning,
turning silence into something worth singing.
Cause every bruise is a line I own,
Every scar is a seed I’ve grown.
You can hold me down,
but you can’t take my home.
I am the unbroken body,
I am the voice they tried to hide.
I am the quiet survivor
with a fire they can’t deny.
I keep rising, rising, rising
I stay human in the hardest night.
I am the unbroken body,
and my memory is light.
I am more than what they wrote on the page.
I am more than a bed, more than fear, more than rage.
I’m a story breathing loud in the dark,
and no hand can erase my spark.
Unbroken, unbroken,
my body is unbroken.
Unbroken, unbroken,
my voice stays open.
I am the unbroken body,
I am the voice they couldn’t kill.
I am the living archive and I’m standing here still.
I keep rising, rising, rising
even when the world goes blind.
I am the unbroken body, and the light is mine.

I was lying on a cold white bed,
Hands tied down, with a fear I never said.
Lights too bright, but nobody saw me,
Just a number in a room, not a human body.
But I kept breathing, slow and true,
Holding on to the little things I knew.
You can break the moment,
but you can’t break the truth.
I am the unbroken body,
I am the voice they tried to hide.
I am the quiet survivor
with a fire they can’t deny.
I keep rising, rising, rising
I stay human in the hardest night.
I am the unbroken body,
and my memory is light.
They said “protocol,”
but it felt like fear.
They didn’t hear my words,
but my heartbeat was clear.
Still I’m here,
turning pain into meaning,
turning silence into something worth singing.
Cause every bruise is a line I own,
Every scar is a seed I’ve grown.
You can hold me down,
but you can’t take my home.
I am the unbroken body,
I am the voice they tried to hide.
I am the quiet survivor
with a fire they can’t deny.
I keep rising, rising, rising
I stay human in the hardest night.
I am the unbroken body,
and my memory is light.
I am more than what they wrote on the page.
I am more than a bed, more than fear, more than rage.
I’m a story breathing loud in the dark,
and no hand can erase my spark.
Unbroken, unbroken,
my body is unbroken.
Unbroken, unbroken,
my voice stays open.
I am the unbroken body,
I am the voice they couldn’t kill.
I am the living archive and I’m standing here still.
I keep rising, rising, rising
even when the world goes blind.
I am the unbroken body, and the light is mine.