Pathetic

It’s downright pathetic, what my life has been. Living on the crumbs of affection, no matter how trite. Begging for a few hours of companionship. Now even those few endearing words have evaporated, leaving nothing but shadows and forsaken dreams. I smile, even as I cry inside. I try to be strong; I wonder how long it will last. As time goes by, a hollowness consumes. A fortress guards nothing but ruins of a broken heart.