To lose a child is like being declared legally dead while you're still on life support. 
Your chest rises and falls.
Your blood moves, your heart beats. 
But you've grown cold within. 
Your body is empty. 
Your spirit is gone. 
I once believed that a pulse was some unspoken, undeniable proof of life.
But it isn't a guarantee of anything.
Believe me. I have seen it for myself.
And it ******* killed me.
Now my chest keeps rising, 
blood moving, 
heart beating, 
soul bleeding, 
mind screaming...
Yet no one seems to notice that I am dead too.