journal eighteen.

you look so hard now, like walking down the street, you couldn’t dare look aglow

doing a lot of drugs now? night bleeds into new night, you’ve got no will to say no.

thrill seeking for ragers now? helps numb denial—you last saw daylight how many months ago?

final thought of you leaves my mind now; longing melted to embarrassment, I realize:

you’re just another no one I used to know.

Published by Brittany Given

Raw and unadulterated — this is how I typically feel things. And when I feel these things I think I feel, I write. My little pieces of comprehension have taken the form of words jumbled together on your screen. A masterpiece? Probably not, but welcome to glimpses of this incredible life I get to experience. I do hope you’ll stick around.

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