Every miserable thought that enters my mind digs me in deeper. Deeper. The hole is filling in and I'm still inside it. No one sees me or hears my cries. I am trapped and scared. All I can think about is the dirt caving in. So slowly. I look up only to see more dirt. It's everywhere. Pain overwhelmes me as it covers my mouth and nose, and finally, my eyes. I can't breathe at all anymore. More dirt piles into my mouth and I can feel it sliding down my throat. I'm gagging and choking, but the more I struggle, the more dirt falls into me. Slowly I begin to relax, as I seem to begin a sort of ''out of body'' experience. I see myself, as in a movie. I review my life and laugh inside thinking "That was it??" I feel my lungs tring to breathe, but not succeeding. I try to scream, but the sound is instantly muffled. Fear converts to sick humor. "COME ON! GO AHEAD, FUCKEN KILL ME ALREADY. I CAN TAKE IT!" my mind screams. I taste blood, but can't tell where it's coming from. I hear a faint cry for help, but I realize that it's too late. The cry I hear was my own. Screaming, crying, tears streak my face in mud. Shouting, pleading. "It's too late." It echoes in my brain, hurting more each time I hear it. Fainter each time I think it, then diminishing to painful silence. "Is it over?" No, not yet. I see myself again. This time I'm standing above my own body. I undig my head from the dirt that has buried it. I look into my eyes and spit upon my own forehead. I kick myself in the temple. Suddenly I feel a gush of pain in my chest. The pain moves to my arms and legs, then to my hands and feet. As the pain reaches my head, it's intensity increases. My head feels as if it's going to explode with all the pressure that is suddenly upon it. I feel as if something is eating and tearing away at my brain. Then with a final sharp pain, and a sheer scream in my soul.. It's over. The pain is gone, and I've become truly nothing. Finally I am now what I've felt all my life: Nothing.