Could you?

Have you ever felt lonely? Forgotten? Abandoned? Yea...these long hours are torture. The silence is tremendously heavy and cruel...they are gruesome and full of self doubt. These hours drag on, endless, falling into one another. Four is becoming bigger each and every day, it is screaming at me and mocking me...four months...how is the time running from me so quickly? These hours, oh these hours are pain in every meaning of the word. I am just another forgotten soul, I am a blemish in a society that believes in perfection. How am I to survive this? How am I to keep going when it has been so hard to just breathe...my baby...my little family is separated by death. I am experiencing something I can't grasp, I can't wrap my mind around it any more than society...how does a baby die? I am fed up with this reality, I am angry that this is my story! People look away from me, they judge me for how I act, for what I feel...but what if you had to bury your child? What if you had to look at the coffin small enough to be a shoe box and know that your baby is inside of there? What if you had to go to a grave where all your hopes and dreams were buried? How would you do it? Could you do it?