Stabbing Pains
Navigating Stabbing Pains: Unveiling the Turmoil Within
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I am numb to both the good and bad.
Feeling emotionally detached, unaffected by both positive and negative experiences.
I'm having thoughts that I should never have.
Experiencing intrusive and inappropriate thoughts that shouldn't be present.
I've been searching for what doesn't exist,
Engaged in a futile search for something that doesn't exist.
But I'll flip the switch when I can.
Expressing the intention to make a change when the opportunity arises.
No, I'm not ready for this.
Expressing unreadiness or reluctance to face a particular situation.
How can you honestly believe,
Questioning the belief in the concept of karma: "What goes around comes back again."
What goes around comes back again?
Doubting the validity of the karmic principle based on personal experiences.
I'd like to know the if and when you've seen that happen before.
Challenging someone to provide evidence of karma in action ("if and when you've seen that happen before").
These stabbing pains still take my breath away,Prognosticate the end.
Experiencing intense emotional pain that still has a significant impact, despite attempts to predict the future ("Prognosticate the end").
Karma if you're listening,
Addressing karma directly and questioning whether it's aware of what is owed.
Of what I'm owed,
Expressing a sense of lacking, being deprived, or experiencing loss.
I am bereft.
Using "bereft" to emphasize a deep sense of emptiness or loss.
This disguise,
Referring to a metaphorical disguise or facade that is ineffective or unsuccessful.
It just isn't working.
Acknowledging the failure of the disguise to conceal true emotions or identity.
There's no mask that I'd dare to burden.
Rejecting the idea of wearing a mask that would add burdens or complications.
One day I'll come to the surface,
Anticipating a future moment of authenticity, where true feelings or self will be revealed.
For now I'll settle in an unmade bed,
Choosing to endure the current state of emotional unrest, symbolized by an unmade bed.
A metaphor for my head.
Describing the unmade bed as a metaphor for the complexity or disarray within the mind.
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