Two years rotten in self Stuck between materials Caged between ideas Tortured by thoughts Confined to a place of enormity Obesity Became you There was no place heaven could hold you Within this society Two years rotting within yourself Bodily decay Death a thousand times Before your body off to lay A story silenced by the media A plight hushed by guilt Harm done to no one But perception Harm done to all Through this perception. You were fed to sit alive Rocking in a chair for years Could you even rock? Did you watch TV? What did you do all day for two years? While your body became glued to itself Ate your soul alive I wonder how long ago did your dreams die? When did you stop having faith in humanity? When did you loose hope in tomorrow being better than today? Since those two did continue to feed you Yet Not bath you Not help you When did you want to die? After cursing your flesh repeatedly. Your nightmares living in front of you Never desiring to be the reality you see. Molding into a flesh of fabric Molding from decay and maggots If you could read the comments Beneath the articles The question of life Insensitivity Inhumane actions Accountability Who is responsible for this? I realize no one knows your story... But who let's someone live Breathing death For two years in same sitting position While life grows around them And death seeps between them Eating away flesh And leaving your being hollow Full of misery What kind of love is that? As your girlfriend Feeds you your daily meals What kind of love is that? I wonder what happened to you On the day you last sat down And never rose... I wonder if you fell asleep in peace. Unconscious to the life you never wanted to live. Dreaming of your next meal, Your next bath Your next hug, Touching your toes, Scratching your back, Getting your own glass of water, A walk in the park If you would ever have kids, Seeing family, Dating, Have you ever been on a date that set your world anew? Did you dream of loving yourself? Since most think you didn't. Your next kiss, Intimacy, You'd been without sex for over two years, I wonder if you even desired being touched again, I wonder if you dreamed of love, Did you even dream anymore? I wonder how long ago did you die Before they found your body, Growing in the chair Stuck for two years While roommates fed you One your own girlfriend Watched you bathe in decay Until maggots ate your soul. I pray you are in peace. Somewhere able to dream. Living.