The Evolution Of A Fairly Local Trash Can's Inevitable Death Recorded On Paper

Hurt

Last night, I didn't know what to do.

I was shaking.

I was crying.

And I was thinking way too much.

And it hurt.

So I called you.

I know I hadn't talked to you in a week, but I thought there was a reasonable explanation.

I kept telling myself that you didn't leave this time.

Because this time you tod me you were going to stay.

So when I called you.

I did not hear your voice.

I did not hear your voicemail.

I heard the phone telling me that you were unavailable.

But the phone did not tell me that because you denied my call.

The phone told me that because you did not recieve my call because of one reson and one reason only.

You had blocked me.

I don't know what else I should've expected.

It happens everytime we get close again.

You told me you wouldn't leave.

You told me you would stay.

You told me you cared.

And I believed you.

You.

You, who had been my closest friend at some point.

You, who I had trusted with my life.

You, who told me you cared.

You, who had told me you loved me.

You, who I believed.

You, had started ignoring me.

You, who had never broke the silence.

You, who's kept this cyce repeating and repeating repeating.

But.

I think this cycle may have slightly changed.

Because now.

I don't know if I'll believe you the next time.

And god it hurts.