Not A Kid.
I realized that I wasn't a kid anymore when I stopped playing with toys.
I realized that I wasn't a kid anymore when I moved up a grade, and started to get attention from a boy.
I realized that I wasn't a kid anymore when he broke my heart into tiny pieces.
I realized that I wasn't a kid anymore when I entered high school.
I realized that I wasn't a kid anymore when my childhood friends, or kids I have known but never got to know fully, die.
I wasn't a kid anymore when I went to my friends' funeral.
I wasn't a kid anymore when i broke down in class because another childhood friend has passed away.
I wasn't a kid anymore when I found out that a girl I met freshmen year passed away in her sleep.
I'm not a kid anymore.
I realized that I am not a kid anymore when i look in the mirror on graduation day, in my cap and gown, remembering all the friends who did not make it to today.
I'm not a kid anymore.
I am eighteen years old.
It still feels like yesterday, when I lost my youth.
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