Some kind of letter

My dear mum,
I haven’t talked to you for years.
This day I do my best in trying to sum
The news I wished to tell you with some tears…

My heart was broken one more time…
Don’t pity me, I’m almost fine.
Just wannа let you know
I’ve met a guy a year ago…

Well, yeah, my loving mother,
Just pillow knows: sometimes I cry.
I haven’t talked to any other
I think I could be a good spy.

Nobody knows how hard it was
To smile and even listen to
Some other stories, just because
The things he told were not that true…

This autumn ends. All leaves have fallen.
Last drop of love and all my care
I gave him. Now I am not calling
This guy “my dear”…  I’m prepared.

No friendly kisses, no more hugs.
I can’t be just a friend of his…
He makes me feel like I’m on drugs -
Oh, mum, I can’t stand any longer this!..
…
I study well. I work a bit.
A little tired. Missing you.
You know, sometimes I think to quit…
What do I do?!.. I have NO clue.