One Day

I got depressed...
One day you'll think about me

like I thought about you

one day you'll want me

like I wanted you

one day you'll need me

like I needed you

one day you'll love me

like I loved you

but it won't matter

because I’ll be gone

I slit my wrist last night

because you and I had that fight

so when the cops play 21 questions

you'll regret not wanting, needing and loving me

By Tayya Sabz
Published: 7/3/2005
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