I Didn't Need the Money

Aren’t we only supposed to whore when we need the money
When our lives are in the deepest darkest desperation
To sell our pussies and our tits when it is the absolute last resort
But I didn’t need the money
I was lost
Sad
Alone
Depressed 
Withdrawn
Empty
Broken
Destroyed 
I whored to stay on the planet
Desperately gave my life juice to keep myself alive
Used my tits and pussy and ass like they meant nothing 
To find the only thing that meant something 
As a last resort
The cash hidden away in a glorious box
Better than the man who paid could own
Never spent
Never needed
A souvenir 
Of seeing death