Answer:
I can be driven but have no wheels. I can be sliced but still remains whole
I am created through suffering, inspiration, joy, and even despair. Born as an idea, and then presented to the human eye. Unlike living things, I never die. What am I?
I am a king who's good at measuring stuff.
A young man wants to have me but when he has me he no longer wants me. Blade in hand he attacks me and does his best to remove me. Yet he knows that it is all in vain.
What gets sharper the more you use it?
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.