SOME DAYS ARE HARD

Grief is not a situation you can find hope in,
It’s crying your eyes red, still here, still smoking.
It’s going in the kitchen and using your mug,
and collapsing in your  bed wanting a hug.
It’s the little things that sicken me, coat on the hanger, it’s killin’ me.
Shoes on floor it’s hittin’ me 
Sick of dealing with these feelings and emotions, I wonder if I’ll ever get the notion.