**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.**