just like an object

you take everything. i feel nothing. i need something to make me feel alive. i am here, but not fully. in body but not in mind. i find a place where it is all ok. a place where i am ok. Somehow i have became an object in which to be used at your will. to cope with my truth i have detached myself in a way which i have never known before. i ask you, what good am i then, if not for your own personal pleasure? you say everything by saying nothing at all.