Fading Ragdoll

All i do is get thrown around...

I get switched owners,
Moved to new views;
And I am sick and tired of it,
I want my blood to ooz;

I get treated like Im nothing...

Maybe I am nothing, 
Im starting to believe it;
I may just start to fade away,
Into nothing...which isnt a big difference;

I get forcefully dragged...

I move to one place to another,
With different people each time;
They grab my arm,
And I get in line;

 Maybe Im just a personal slave...

The only way to get affection,
Is to do something for her or him;
I really dont have a choice,
Its not like i have the key to freedom;

The worst part is,
No one gets me or how Im feeling;
I am truly a Ragdoll,
That will indeed end up fading;