Do you feel there's nothing left I feel it too You know it's true What they say What doesn't kill you makes you stronger And strength doesn't equal your life running longer But I've been down the long and lonely path In my eyes life's just as harsh There's a better way than a bullet through the head Because suicide is the weak mans deed You can live without caring I do every day There's nothing left but the hours in the day So drink do drugs and vandalise Pick fights and steal and scrutinise The kind you walk with is a mistake And there'll be bloodshed in my wake

the last line doesn't really fit with the rest of the poem.

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drink do drugs and vandalise Pick fights and steal and scrutinise

im guessing there will be bloodshed

o i c

didn't realize the poem was about you, I thought you were describing someone.

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