I’m rightly tired of the pain I hear and feel, boss
“ – You and Mr. Howell and the other bosses been good to me”, John Coffey said. I know you been worryin, but you ought to quit on it now. Because I want to go, boss.
I tried to speak and couldn’t. He could, though. What he said next was the longest I ever heard him speak.
– I’m rightly tired of the pain I hear and feel, boss. I’m tired of bein on the road, lonely as a robin in the rain. Not never havin no buddy to go on with or tell me where we’s comin from or goin to or why. I’m tired of people bein ugly to each other. It feels like pieces of glass in my head. I’m tired of all the times I’ve wanted to help and couldn’t. I’m tired of bein in the dark. Mostly it’s the pain. There’s too much. If I could end it, I would. But I can’t.
Stop it, I tried to say. Stop it, let go of my hands, I’m going to drown if you don’t. Drown or explode.
– You won’t ‘splode,” he said, smiling a little at the idea … but he let go of my hands. ”
„The Green Mile“ Stephen King