If Only

if only things were different i would create a little heaven for you yet i cant, as i am in my own hell to ask you to share it with me is an right i've since lost every night i hold onto you so i can wake again as the threads that should hold me down have slowly unravelled and left me with but a single string called hope that needs a face so it won't break i remember with much pain the adoring glances you used to send my way now poverty has made me a no go area these days i am lucky if i get a glimpse of your face at night when you flash your body to all that you have chosen to sell yourself to put food on the table is hard enough for me to accept yet i do, as the economic environment has left us with few choices even though business is slow for few have money to spend on carnal pleasures when hunger has taken residence at their doorstep my inadequacy yawns like the ocean and swallows me into depths i can't escape yet, endure i must as i have no means of altering our situations