Stupid poetry I made about someone

   Dear norwegian wood.

You make my life miserable. You call me fat, ugly, and overdramatic. And worse of all, I call you a friend. Except friends aren't supposed to send each other to their lowest point in life. Every day i curl up under my bed and sob. Every day I feel myself detaching from reality, a bit more every day. And I know eventually, i will      detach          from 

Reality

You drive my friends away because you want me all to yourself. My bruises that you give me ache every day. You send me mixed messages. One day you are bubbly and kind! And then you call me a disgrace. Every day I'm trying to handle everything while going in a

                                              Downward

                                                       Spiral

All at a young age when the mind is vulnerable.

But don't worry, because one day, you will be a l o n e, because this bird will have flown. Isn't that good, norwegian wood?