in my remains

The problem is that I lost that mask, cause I was sure I will never need it again. Now that it's gone, I understand how I never changed anything: I still the same, things still the same, tears are all the same. And it was today, in the morning, they started meeting who they never met: me sitting down, tears running down my face, the hair hiding my eyes.

I found it, actually. I found that lost sadness, I found what I became again. I found I'm starting losing myself for the same old sorrow, for the same old me. And I can't find my way back.