A Poet's Tears- Poetry made by the broken hearted

Winter

It's almost winter

I sit in the car

Grey sky

Grey sky.

Dark night,

Christmas music in the car.

Blame my mom for that.

Dark night.

I'm alone with my thoughts.

Sadness, fear, hate.

Hello dear mother

I don't mean to bother you

Form your own thoughts.

Grey sky, night sky.

Hate me too?