Special Place for You in Hell

I've texted you almost six times by now.
Did you even open them?
I can tell you are avoiding me right now.
It's not hard to figure out why you are and when.
Did you even really want all of this?
I mean you're the one who called me every night.
At first I didn't have a slight interest.
I'd pick up and talk just to be polite.
Yet something made me wait for those late calls.
I guess I'll just stop, I can see you're done as well.
Maybe this was a lost endevor after all.
Like I've said before, there's a special place for you in hell.
Have a nice trip, on your torturous, eternal fall.