In the labyrinth of Sam's mind,
where dreams and demons intertwine,
she navigates corridors of pain,
echoes of a fractured soul.

Each night, insomnia's icy fingers
grip her in a silent embrace,
while the unreal world whispers lies,
haunting her fragile peace.

Sam dreams of sunlit meadows,
where hope blooms eternal,
yet shadows lurk in every corner,
threatening to swallow her whole.

Did she fall? Countless times,
each stumble a jagged scar
etched on the tapestry of her existence,
where courage battles despair.

Her days are a mosaic of endurance,
woven with threads of uncertainty,
each moment a delicate dance
between strength and fragility.

Psychotic whispers echo relentlessly,
taunting her with phantom fears,
yet she finds strength in the pain,
a warrior in the depths of despair.

In the silence of her struggle,
she seeks solace in fleeting victories,
a smile that trembles like a fragile flame,
a touch that offers fleeting warmth.

Energy pulses through her weary veins,
talents bloom amidst the wreckage,
stamina forged through relentless storms,
for she is a phoenix, rising from ashes.

Sam, the bearer of a burdened soul,
chooses survival with every breath,
each heartbeat a whispered prayer
for peace amidst the storm.

So let her symphony be heard in tears,
tears shed for battles fought in solitude,
for in the depths of her pain,
Sam's fragile strength sings loudest.