Pity

I call you up, and hear your voice so sad; but I don't pity you. I feel myself drudging the grunts out of your tired body. I sense your pain. I'm sorry you're hurting, but I do not pity you.

I know you've had a hard day, and that you have it rough; but you did this. You are responsible for your life, not me. I tried to warn you. I tried to do my part and guide you to the right path. I told you this would do you no good in the end; but you didn't listen. It is not my job to hold your hand, you have to learn to take care of yourself, because someday no one will be there to do it for you.

Now you're devastated and you don't understand how you got here, so you blame and hate on everyone else.

I don't pity you.

You tell me that you suffer, that I know nothing of your pain; but I do, and don't pity you, nor do I seek anyone's pity. I have been used and abused. I have watch the degenerative nature of drugs as they crushed my dreams for what I wanted my dad to be. I have fought off my fears and my nightmares, escaped the clutches of an eating disorder, and fought against potential death at the hands of my own father, and later, at the hands of myself. In 16 short years, I have dealt with so much more than you, and while I do not believe that makes me any better, it makes me wiser. I have survived, and you will survive too.

I do not pity you.

"...You can only blame your problems on the world for so long before it all becomes the same old song..." In time you will learn that the world does not revolve around you. You will learn that only you are responsible for your happiness. You will learn that others cannot love you until you love yourself. In time, you will learn, and I wish for you that the times come quickly, and the lessons are easy; but I cannot watch the cycle of ignorance and self-desecration any longer. I refuse to be sucked down in your vicious whirlpool. I'm sorry you suffer. Play the victim card all you want, but I do not pity you.