Standalone Poem Collective "Fallen Legacy"

Choice I have to make

I've been questioning myself lately
That thought has been on my mind longer than I would have expected, so please, listen to me.
Tell me
What is the price of life?
Everything has its price, the food we buy, insomnia from bad sleeping patterns, but what is the price you pay for your mere existence?
For me, the price of life is waking up, opening your eyes to this redundant world of ours, what is here that I don't already know. I know how to breathe, I know how to fool people, I know how to mimic emotions and fake everything?
So, what is left in this life ?
Some say life is supposed to be enjoyable since it is said that you have one of it, that is definitely an approach to life, but isn't it too light hearted myself think.
I am doing this life a favor that I still exist in this reality that we both hate. I wasn't born yesterday. I know that. This life is not worth living anymore, does it? The perpetual cycle of waking up, surviving the day and sleeping. What is this all about? Why do I still pursue it, what is this never ending of mine?
I try my best to do so, but there is a choice, a choice I have to make.
I want to say, that I am sorry.
I give up.
It doesn't take much to see anymore, I got nothing else to give this world. People do not appreciate my service any longer, my usefulness came to an end, just like a spare tool does, I have to be replaced by someone superior, someone who can still perform my duty to this world.
All I ever wanted is to feel loved, appreciated and desired. I wanted someone to see me in a different light than a trespasser, a bystander, just another "person" filling in the silence of everyone's existence. I am aware that yes, there is much to ask for in modern society, compassion, empathy and warmth became a dying breed in today's standards.
I always wanted to be someone's number one, yet all I see is one, long number
What does that mean ?
Do you know?
Can you help me?
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