She can't tell what is real.  Faking living.
Swirling in mists, searching for her mandate.
Why should she push through the unforgiving
Walls, when only pain and heartbreak await.

She can't tell what is real. Her suffering
Only strengthens her muddled, swirling mind.
Her mind's defenses strengthen, buffering
The pain. Shooting through her body. "Unwind."

A whisper made its way through searing pain.
"Let go. Float away." She violently shook
Her head. Fighting for clarity. Disdain
Clear on her face. "I've caught you before, Brooke."

The same whisper as before. "I'll catch you."
She peels her defenses away. "I knew."