Powerless

Background
Fading
Quiet silence
Deafening to unseen ears
Suspended in a void
Can't tell if I'm going up or down
Poking, prodding
Am I a queer experiment?
No body
No soul
Just a lump of conscious flesh
Beeping of machines
Needles
The smell of a sterile room
Things all too familiar now
What am I kept alive for?
Nothing will happen with or without me
I'm told I have purpose
Is it to contribute to overpopulation?
Use up a bit more of our limited resources?
Continue to hear of children overseas having to eat mud cookies?
Seeing images of dead parents
Shielding their kids with limp bodies under rubble, once their home?
You're right, I have nothing in my life to be depressed about
But I can't stand to see the blood of innocents spilled anymore
Or listen to the sound of dying moans of humanity decaying
And I can't seem to do a damn thing
I can't remove myself from this miserable planet
Which does little to nothing to help the hurting
Can they be mad at me for trying to leave?
Who'd want to stay after seeing the true state of the world?