Sad Scorpio
As the rain falls from the sky.
My friend in Washington texts he wants to die.
I did not cry.
I simply ask.....why?
I said maybe he is "bipolar".
He said "that was rude" I don't have a cure.
Drinking causes his depression to stir.
I repeated his comments as if they were mine,
he recalled them as a blur.
He gots anger issues.
Maybe he needs a box of tissues.
His self loathing feelings are miscrude.
Treating him like he treated me was not rude.
He is always in a bad mood.
I remember when he used to buy us food.
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