A eulogy for the me I had to kill to survive

A eulogy for the me I had to kill to survive She lay in a casket I was the killer But was it really me? When the world gripped her hand and told her to kill her blackness She stared in a mirror Full of sadness Knowing she would kill her last bit of innocence So did I allow her to kill that part of herself Or was it the fault of the system itself? I the only attendee at her funeral I the only person who would understand her death was about survival Either way she was miserable Even in death her silence was painful Would this mean she would always struggle? I say my final goodbyes to the girl I was Her mind strong but not strong enough To live in a world where her blackness was starved A slow and painful death that carved A scar in her heart A forever reminder of what I lost