Every single time a child dies I have my proof that there is no God.

Time heals everything but a broken heart when your child dies.

I need no further proof that God does not exist than the death of a child.

There is a thing, like a bird, weak and fluttering within my chest, i cradle it and care for it as anyone should an injured thing, yet, i silently pray for it's death.

We die a day at a time

Though we are terrorized by death, it's not different from birth, it just happens