A friend of my cousin's was murdered at a very young age because of a silly misunderstanding. He was on life support for 3 days before his mother chose to pull the plug. My cousin always says that when they came to see him at the hospital it was strange because she felt as thoiugh he was already dead, and would often say, "that wasn't him lying there." Though this poem is written more from the point of view of his mother, those words were the biggest inspiration for it.

RIP Chris