Emitoria

Just for half a year I've been gone.
Everyone forgets me.
Just like everybody else in my life.

It's a curse I guess
To have everyone to forget you at a certain point of time.
But it seems that I'm the only one who got it.

People will forget you, making you .....unexisting.

I don't want to get attention, although being recognise by someone is......satisfying.

Losing everything and leave nothing.....
you can't do anything but watch......
Sadness is the only thing left after the curse
it become a part of you to a point where you feel nothing but sadness.......

Sadness now has become my inspiration.
It stops me from noticing the other feelings in the world.
It becomes what I am.

Putting a mask is a everyday routine.
Covering it with a piece of sweet icing.
No one will notice.

Except for one.
He's the one that keeps me for drowning in the pool of sadness.
He helps me when I'm in need.
Although he may not hear me any more.

I just want you to know,

Thanks for helping me

You're my saviour.

Thank you.....

Lord Jesus.....