I call this one Why The World Hates Everything I Have Ever Done, Ever.

There was snow this morning
Chilling the world like my heart is chilled
Made cold by the way
You ignore what I say
I will make you pay
One day
When I can be bothered to get out of bed.
I'm alone
On
My own
If you could forgive what I have
Not yet done
It wouldn't make any difference
I'd still be
Miserable
Like a moth to a flame
Or something

At least a bear can hibernate.

Thank you, you've been a great audience