Warning: Somewhat dark?

Notes:

May not make much sense

I use "I" in these kind of prompts because I don't want the narrator to be either male or female and I don't feel that the pronouns they/them fit

Unfinished, but can't
come up with a way to
end it, so it's not much

.

.

.

As I lay in bed I can't help, but question my lifestyle

When did I become nothing
more, but a mere object in this
society?

I can never find
an answer to that

Because it's been years
since I've felt human

This is why these questions
plagues my mind
each and every
day

Why don't I have
any wants or desires?

Besides keeping
the people around
me happy

I know it should
be a good thing to help
others

However

Being nice shouldn't mean
that you should give
your life away

Then why did
I?