Analysis of Dead but Alive

I breathe, walk, speak
on schedule,
just as a tree knows
when it’s leaves
should fall.
Gathering the strength
of ocean waves
as they crash
upon the shore,
I sometimes
force a smile.
In my eyes ,
the sun and moon
reflect the same.
Days and nights,
no difference.
The Earth continues
it’s rotation,
spinning, spinning,
as my loved ones
walk in blindness,
seeing only the me
that used to be.
If they would look
beyond the skin
perhaps they’d see
that a heart
can still beat
even when broken.