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 Oct 2013 Roegsana Moosajee
Jay
Every minute
I spend thinking
of you
tears me apart
because
you're so close,
and you're also
so far away.
My mind is
a dangerous place
to spend my time
and I'm too complicated
to understand my own self.
 Oct 2013 Roegsana Moosajee
Jay
I often think
it's in a poet's nature
to be attracted to sadness
and that sadness is often
attracted to the poet.
 Oct 2013 Roegsana Moosajee
Eliza
Just let the tears
fall free from my eyes.

I'm starting to get tired
of silent cries.

I'm getting sick
of telling lies.

Let the tears fall free from my eyes.

*(n.d.)
 Oct 2013 Roegsana Moosajee
Eliza
I've made myself bleed.
The thought of doing it never occurred to me.
But I was curious.
I wanted to know what it was like to slice open your skin.
To play with knives and blades.
To have blood dripping.
And now that I've done it,
I promised to never do it again.
But the thought of doing it is addicting.
I like the pain.
I like the endorphins released.
I like the feel of it.
I like how it takes away my pain for a moment.
I might do it again.
I might never stop.
Here's to hoping I will be saved.

*(n.d.)
 Oct 2013 Roegsana Moosajee
Jay
She was a poem
and every bit of her
was beautifully crafted.
Her words were chosen
perfectly
down to the last letter.
She sang to my soul
and reverberated in my heart.
 Oct 2013 Roegsana Moosajee
Lizzy
We got close.
I liked you.

I told you my story.
I liked you more.

You told me your story.
I loved you.

You got a girlfriend.
You loved her.

I became more depressed.
I smiled for you.

You made me promise.
I promised.

You're just another person I will promise to get better for.
But that really just means that I'll hide it better next time.
I think you know it, you just don't want to say it.
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