Pitty's Grin

Sitting on the phone
Listening to your voice
Just sitting at this table
Just to hear you choke
“I got laid off today- I don’t know what to do”
You’re asking me for help
Silently, I laugh at you

Drumming my fingers slowly
As I glance over at the wall
Rolling my eyes and yawning-
Casually ignoring pity’s call
You fall upon your knees and cry
As joy flutters through my mind
Standing from my chair- you tell me you just wish that you could die.

Noticing the tremble in your words
And envisioning your every tear
I close my eyes and pray
That my own selfishness will not invoke your fear
For I know that you are weak
And have little strength to even breath
Turning my back would kill you- taking your own life is not the revenge I seek

So I sit here on the phone
And tell you to put the knife away
Just sitting here on the phone
Trying to think of else I could say
My ignorance and selfishness led you to this place
Just step back into reality
And turn away from the Devil’s eternal embrace