What left to give? (poem about prostitution for drug money)

[GirlInterrupted]

What starts as a gentle touch
Soon becomes too much
Pretend as if I don't care
Even if the pain is too much to bare

He reaches for my thigh
All I can do is close my eyes
Imagine myself high
Patiently wait for my prize


Hopeless I feel yet I pray
May I forget all the things that happened today
May tomorrow be a brand new day
May all yesterdays pain go away