Answer:
I no longer have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now Iām white and empty. What am I?
Bright as diamonds, loud as thunder, never still, a thing of wonder. What am I?
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
I am an instrument capable of making numerous sound but cannot be touched or seen.
I am slim and tall many find me desirable and appealing they touch me and I give a false good feeling once I shine in splendor but only once and then no more for many I am to die for.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.