I am nothing, once something.

Once, I was that person.
But you have me by the throat now.
You tell me "do this" or burn in Hell.

Never ask questions.
Never be concerned.
Never show I care.

Just grin and nod.
Act like the apocolypse isn't here.
Or, I'll never see you again.

I reached out in trust.
You took that gift and dragged it through the mud.
To see when I'll break, like a curious selfish child.

You did this to see how far you can push someone.
You did this to watch me suffer.
You did this know, in case you have to do this again to someone.

Anchored, yet lost.