**Eyes wide open, a world unfolds,** **A fleeting glance, a tale untold.** **Whispers linger, shadows play,** **The price of dreams begins to weigh.** **A voice cried out, sharp as a blade,** **The girl stood still, her heart afraid.** **She looked around — no soul, no sound,** **But felt her stomach twisting down.** **The voice returned, a haunting call,** **She swayed, then stumbled, began to fall.** **Her breath grew shallow, limbs felt weak,** **A bitter cry she couldn’t speak.** **“The revelation’s here,”**** it said,** **She spun, collapsing, struck with dread.** **A siren howled, red lights aglow,** **The pavement cold, the darkness slow.** **She woke, but fog consumed her mind,** **A fleeting spark, a chance declined.** **Too many pills, too far, too fast —** **A breath, a blink — then all was past.** **A mother weeps, a flowered stone,** **A girl now lost, a heart alone.** **They gather close, the mourners stay,** **While floods of sorrow steal the day.** **Let this be told, her tale, her fall,** **The voice of truth ignored by all.** **The revelation came too late,** **And left us mourning at the gate.**