Summer Days

This poem fit into like 5 categories as do most of mine lol....

Summer days of drinking until we can have no more,
passing out and hitting the floor,
having fun with all of our friends,
but once September comes, the fun all ends.

Summer days of trying to go to every party there was,
letting loose as soon as we feel the buzz,
trying any kind of alcohol that would get us drunk,
having the time of our lives while we are still young.

Summer days of agonizing hangovers, the pain and throbbing in our heads,
laying sleeping until two in the afternoon in bed,
then the phone rings and we go out to another party again,
the fun just never ends.

Summer days of getting high.
jumping off of chairs and thinking we could fly,
seeing visions of colors and shapes,
getting out the video camera and making our own tapes.

Summer days of getting f u c k e d off of the weed,
anything that we thought would fulfill our needs,
we never stopped to take another thought,
never criticized one another, never fought.

Summer days of every one being best friends,
promising friendships that would never end,
making pacts to stay friends forever,
our friendships would come to an end never.

Summer days of pains and regrets,
mistakes that we will never forget,
hearts breaking,
souls escaping,
lips sealed,
scars never healed,
blades striking,
to the pain we take a liking,
attempts at suicide,
wanting somewhere to run and hide,

I hate the feeling of losing all my friends,
i just want so bad to put my life to an end,
i miss those summer days,
i am stuck in a middle of a maze.

I have tried to change my ways before,
that never worked to win you over,
i am getting to the point where i just do not want to make anymore friends on the way,
all that they do is bring me pain.

So here i will sit all alone and afraid,
no one here beside me, no one but my razor blade,
i see them all off having fun without me,
my pain they just can not see.

We were all good in the summer but once September came,
we all slowly slipped away,
so i have one more summer here with the ones i have known and loved since i was five years old,
then i am moving and this story will be told.

I wrote this for all of those who i want to remember,
because come September,
i will be no more and you will not hear from me again,
you will not know if i am alive or if i am dead.

I will miss you all but it is totally fine,
but i am taking control over the life that is mine,
so in those long nights when i am alone with my thoughts,
i will think back to all the times that we fought.

I love you all but i have to leave,
my life has slowly fallen apart weave by weave,
i will come back and visit in life or in death,
hoping for you guys to succeed in the best.

So this is my good-bye,
this will be the last time that you all make me cry,
here i am packing up all of my stuff,
i am leaving, i have just had enough.

© Jenna Elphick
March 2, 2005