i felt fucked up when my dad died, i still feel a little fucked up

i was better and then you fucked me over and now i feel the same

it’s hard to trust people it’s hard to feel okay sometimes

i’m making it through one day at a time but sometimes i still feel like “what’s the point?” and i don’t have an answer and i guess that’s okay too, i don’t know

things are hard and i feel the need to voice it i guess