By Sean Christensen
Morgan is having trouble and trying to figure out their real purpose in life. They have just been diagnosed with anxiety, their anxiety is making them talk to a nonexistent person.
MORGAN: I, can't take them on my own. Oh, I'm not one you know. All I know, is I'm on the run and go. Don't wanna give you all my my demons, but tonight, I need you stay. I'm, up against the wall. When I cry so much, I start to realize-- breathing is hard. I think some days are just bad. That's all. You have to experience so much sadness for happiness. I don't think that works for me. I can't do this alone. I need your help. I'm tired of fighting! I want to be fought for. Sometimes it's easier to pretend that you don't care, than to admit it's killing you. I acted like it wasn't a big deal, when it was really breaking my heart. Smiling has always been easier than explaining why you're sad. I've been having a lot of bad days lately. I'm not ok but I smile anyways. I'm hiding what I'm feeling but I'm tired of holding this inside my head. I'm so afraid. Of what you have to say. Cause I am quiet now, and silence gives you space. I, want to drive, away. I, I'll never be, what you see inside! You say I'm not alone, but I am petrified! And I'll fall, down, break, down, and I'll fake, you out! "Oh." It actually means my heart just got ripped into a million pieces but I won't tell you because you won't care anyway! I've been sad for years. Don't tell me it gets better. No one cares, they're just pretending. If you could read my mind you would be in, tears. I'm just sad and disappointed. Here I am, telling a idiotic, nonexistent person, all of my problems. If only I could just-- I can't. I won't. Never. I wish I could ignore you, just like you ignore me. And, I'm sad. Again you only know my name not my story. I kinda wish, that a nonexistent thing would stop telling me to shut up. You were the one who killed the rest of the good part of me. Don't you know that already?