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Yoni Sav Apr 2014
If you find a place
a non scared face
of my ill-treated heart

You may stick your knife in it
see what you can hit
that hasn't been before
Yoni Sav Apr 2014
I can not save me
I can not change my mind
I've been held down
And left you half-alive
I'm stuck in this nightmere
I'm closing down my mind
I can't go on, I'll close my eyes
I can't save my life,
I will die to save you.
Respone to Sick Puppies' "Die To Save You"
Yoni Sav Apr 2014
If I decide
to give you
a part of my heart
to stab into
please do
Yoni Sav Apr 2014
My heart
is that
of a deadman

it's not beating
has no feeling
Knows no pain
Yoni Sav Apr 2014
How many times
can you stab a heart
before it tears apart?
  Apr 2014 Yoni Sav
Legion
When you see her cry
     you get a rag,
a gentle delicate cloth.
                                        Lovingly grasp her hand
                                               and dab its tip;
                                       dry each tear as they come.
                                                           ­                               And ask each drop
                                                            ­                                   why it'd leave
                                                           ­                               such beautiful eyes.

  If she wishes
to be in the sky,
  tell her to go.
                              Take the sun ransom,
                              and replace its shining
                                    with her own.
                                                            ­          So you can see her every morning
                                                         ­                          and wish for her
                                                                ­                  return each night.

When you see her scars
  both visible and non-
    touch each gently.
                                             And remind her
                                       that each and every hurt
                                            she has survived,
                                                       ­                                 has only made her
                                                                ­                   that much more unique;
                                                         ­                              that much stronger.

  Show her that she
  is a special person
and is worthy of love.
                                     That she deserves the love
                                            she fears to give...
                                            show her so that
                                                            ­                     one day after you're gone
                                                            ­                      she can find the strength
                                                                ­                    to go on without you.

    Tell her that while
she might not be a goddess
far above worldly desires,
                                          that she is amazing,
                                         for just being herself
                                    for being that beautiful girl
                                                            ­                   who thinks herself damaged
                                                         ­                         when in truth she's just
                                                            ­                    a different kind of beautiful.

   And finally, love her.
  Like a boy loves a girl
Till she finally remembers
                                            that that's what she is:
                                          not a scar, not a goddess,
                                             not a star. But a girl.
                                                           ­                         That deserves to be loved.
Yoni Sav Apr 2014
I hold the razor in my right hand
shaking, like I always do
I drench the metal in my flesh
feel the pain I am so used to

The shaking stops
my mind is clear
I drop the blade
escape with fear

What have I done?

I try to hide but I am bare
the evidense are there:
My right hand smell of steel
my left hand taste of it
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