Bubblewrapping Numbness
When tragedy strikes,
what happens to you?
Do you roll yourself up in
bubble wrap,
box yourself in
and pray that no one finds you?
or do you b-R-e-A-K
into a million pieces
and let others pick you up?
Reality feels like cork,
I push, will it to go and
stay T
d O
N
o
w d
N l
u
o
but it W
...I play zigzags
with it in the water,
and it still Refuses to
S
i
n
k
I am Numb.
And I try so hard to remind myself
This isn't about me,
not at all.
The regrets are still there,
the could'ves of life
You try to make sense of the tragedy
and still feel like floating up there
with the truth
Because even if the truth is dense and heavy,
it can defy gravity,
much like my tears
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