The fears of a threating disease

I was born perfect in circumstances,
but now i cannot speak.
i try but the words fail me.
i feel alone and lost,
confused among time.

i am trapped in this dark cell,
ironically my own room dwells.
i cry out every night,
yet no tears pour.

i can only recreate others
i have no life, no free will,
help me please help me,
but tis useless in plight,
because no one can hear me.