A job V.S my sanity

It was a job.
The same job in which you used to take advantage of me,
Like a puppet on a string.
The very job in which you used as a foundation to plant your roots;
Letting them dig into my heart as if it were nothing but soil;
Only to later rip them out and
then leave me to fend for myself
Alone and bleeding.
The same job in which you used to get too close to me,
To earn my trust so that you could later take advantage of that
Because a sixteen year old girl would
Never know better.
The job in which you deliberately used to single me out and make me feel
Special and I let you do it
Because I needed you.
The same job in which you used to maintain so much power over me;
To the point that I was left hurting and broken when they ripped me
Away from you.
It was only a job.
But you almost cost me my sanity.
It's a good thing I'm strong enough not to let you do that.