My Neverland

Six- Coffin

I feel lethargic, like I can't move, can't breathe.

I feel like I'm swimming through quicksand, my movements growing slower by the minute.

I feel dead.

The nails are already in my coffin, and I can smell the rich, freshly upturned earth surrounding me.

But I'm not. Right?

I feel my heartbeat, slow, faint, fluttering- but there. I am alive.

So what is this crushing feeling, if not the weight of death?

Helplessness, Hopelessness. Loneliness, Betrayal.

Those are the words that echo off the emptiness in my heart now, resounding loudly in my dark mind.

What are these feelings?

What is this pain?

Why is it mine?

Would you give it to anyone else?

A gentle voice, unlike the others. My answer is quick, resolute.

No. I would not trade my pain for all the happiness in the world.

Why?

Because then someone else would have to bear it.

And that is much, much worse.

So the words echoing in my heart are the ones I take from others, bearing their pain as my own.

Why? Another question, deceptively simple.

So that they don't have to bear it.