It Looks Like a Knife

It's lightning in the night,
It's thundering in the day.
I could tell the ones I love,
But they'd say, "no way."
It's okay to have scars,
But mine are all over.
The luck I would need,
Would be a four leaf clover.
She scares me with her yell,
She scares me with her smile.
Her love felt safe,
At least for awhile.
My life's not over,
Though I wish it'd be.
She'll never again say,
She's in love with me.
I walk with no pulse,
My heart is dry.
It broke from my chest,
And it's ready to fry.
I cannot go on,
Living this life.
There's something in my chest,
It looks like a knife.

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