I wasn't ever good at making my own decisions.
I had a curfew on when to come home.
I had a bedtime set on when to sleep.
I had a bell that told me when to eat.
I had a calendar that made my day.
I had a mom that made my appointments.
They told me I wasn't old enough to make my own decisions when I said I was.
But when it came to moving on in grief;
They told me it was up to me
And for the first time, I didn't feel capable.
It felt like a decision the adults should handle.
After all I was never good at making my own decisions.
