Dear Diary.

*Clicks Pen*

*Thinks*
Dear Diary,

Only you know the true feelings of my heart and my mind.
Only you listen without judgment and leave me with a blank answer everytime.
You know everything about me.
So once again, I ask you.
Hear Me Out.

*Starts Writing. . . . . .*

I just need a break from everything.
I don't like this feeling, everybody trying to control my life.
I just want to live it.


I just wanna sleep, yea sleep will make everything better.


What is my purpose in life?!
Going through this active coma striving for greatness and we are all going to the same place.
You know some days, I just want everything to be over.
I keep imagining walking out on a red light, or getting stuck in between a crossfire.
I have dreams about dying.
This is not right, I shouldn't feel this way at all.
Something is wrong.
There are many days when I just want to cry all night, into the day, back into the night.


I just wanna sleep, yea sleep will make everything better.


No One understands and it just gets worst.
This is not a suicide flash or anything like that, I'm ok,
It's just really hard for me right now.

I just wanna sleep, yea sleep will make everything better.

These days are being pushed together, mushed up.
And I feel like an outsider to everything.
Watching the world past me by and I can't do but so much.

I just wanna sleep, yea sleep will make everything better.


I am confused all of the time,
The emotions inside me are definitely shooting off flares.
I am NEVER happy.
I AM NEVER CONTENT.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!?!


I just wanna sleep, yea sleep will make everything better.

*" Yo, Morgan, you good?"*
*crumbles paper*
*Smile, " Yea, Im good"*