Some Days.

Some days are bad.
Some days you can't help but cry. A lot. At everything.
Some days looking at pictures makes you sad, not happy.
Some days the hole inside you feels like it is growing. Like it is eating you from inside out.
Some days you don't want to remember the good times. It hurts too much. There will be no more.
Some days you can't hide your feelings from others.
Some days you can't even pretend to smile.
Some days are really hard.  Harder then the day before.
Some days you feel like you could actually die from grief.  From guilt. From Sadness.
Grief. Sucks.
But I know that Some Days don't usually last. 
That tomorrow I probably won't cry so much.
Tomorrow I may be able to look at pictures.
Tomorrow may be hard. But Probably not as bad as today.
Some. Days.