The Grave

I open my eyes, the darkness surrender me, am laying down, trap in some confine space, I can hardly move my limbs, I can hardly breath, I start searching for away out, I start to sweat and breathe heavly, I wonder how I end up in this situation. Why this sort of thing always happens to me?. I start kicking and punching I realize with fear that I must had end up inside a coffin, bury alive six feet under the earth an open buffet for worms to feed on me. The solid wood start givin away to my bloodly knockles, slowly breaking, sand start to fill the box I have been inprision in, hitting my face entering my mouth I freakout and Start digging myself out but am to deep and to weak the sand it's fillin the coffin faster now, no way for me to stop it. Am gonna die anyway, I swallow dirt, sweat and blood but I Kept on not ready to satisfy the worms. So I fight on until finally I succed, I reach the end craw my self out of my grave , there's day light and people are around me, my family and friends who had come to pay their last respects. No one moves no one had anything to say. I looked at them, ask, scream for help, they seem to ignore my plead, I close my eyes and slam my fist against the dirt. When I open them again I was back inside the grave. I relize then that this was my hell..