Counting to the End

A very dramatized account of my thoughts the day I graduated- that's right- 8th grade :P

The days are slowly counting down
now I can't breathe, can't make a sound.
so many people, in the end,
will have so many things
they've left unsaid.

People say that it's an open door;
a chance to start anew.
They say that it's a happy time,
and there's so much that I can do.

I'm moving on, starting fresh,
and so is everybody else,
but friends are missed,
and loved ones lost,
and this swirl of memories forgot.