My time is short but my life is long my story will be told when i'm gone never innocent not even as a child if i had to describe my life it would be mild, forever treated like a child. Gold is shiny like my eyes you'd never know how often they cry ,now when i'm gone this will be worth more sorry for all those hearts i  tore. Here i sit all alone in a place that doesn't feel like home in this darkness forever alone. My light is fading it's going out all my tears are have dried  i'm enduring a drought, please  help me out. From the outside you would never  see how far away i could be. I can never seem to free my mind, i'm being locked away only being able to hear the words you say.Now this is my punishment for not speaking out can anybody hear me shout?