white flag

Written by: lulu nosika

And the four seasons of loneliness 
just keeps on interchanging while 
little by little I feel it ebbing away on 
what's left of what use to be me. 
With little or no fight left in me to 
stop it, I can feel the cold drops of 
tears falling. My soul hollow and 
filled with despair. Scars from 
previous fights- some won, some 
lost- covering my heart. Finally 
breaking under a burden too heavy, 
I finally lift up my white flag with 
shame. So this is how my story