Crying in a wicker chair

Here I sit
In
A
Wicker
Chair.
Crying
Weeping.
I am
Lonely.
When I
Bought this
Chair
It said
Independent
Strong
Durable.
But sitting
In
It
I feel
None
Of
These things.
I read the
Words on
A card you
Gave
Me
And I
Realize.
Those
Words
Mean
Nothing.
What matters
Now is me
Sitting
In a wicker
Chair
Crying
And
Realizing
Enough
Is
Enough.
So
I go to
Bed.
And fall
Asleep.