She doesn’t remember
the last time she was a kid.
A kid
no thought, just feeling.
Not begging for love,
not chasing security,
not trying to survive.
But still,
she was a kid.
A kid with feelings.
She wanted to die
at such a young age,
but even the thought of dying tired her
after countless times.
Slowly,
she has grown.
Now she knows
she might never get to be a kid.
She’s grown into a young adult
one who fully understands
that dying is not even an option.
And she can feel the kid
leaving her
piece by piece.
Soon,
there will be no kid left
in her world.
So she decided
to hold a funeral for her
for the little kid,
to remember
the one who held on for so long,
a small gift
for the one who was brave.
Kiss goodbye.