It's The End Poem by Bri Lynne

It's the bloody end
Finally it can all come undone
Tales of tall, luck stretched further
Squished smaller than you'd think
But, astage it can be said
When we were crawling
Oh how our knees and knuckles bled
Worn so thin our bones could speak
Of horror nights on-end
We only bent a while
Buckling underneath them
Hands falling hard onto our heads
But they left the few that could
They left me here to bleed
Unto the end.