It Ends Here Poem by grezlay figueroa

.Now I can't help
but 2 speak up
Your troubles ain't gone,
But what have you been waiting on.
Your life, your too young, but can't you just carry on
The road ends short. And I can't help but to notice,
I cut my rope loose.
And now I can't help you.
But your so weak, you try to speak.
Hold me down to the ground.
Its you and me
I'll let you see, the road ends here
for you and me.
I cut my rope loose. Dont try to speak... Its the end of me.