No More un-kept house
No More focusing on trivial things
No More smiling just to fit in
No More crying over things I can not change
No More I don't know how
No More being played
No More holding my tongue for any reason, shape or form
No More letting shit slide
No More allowing people to think my kindness is a weakness
No More accepting lies for the truth
No More struggling to survive
No More holding on to a heart full of pain
No More letting loneliness terrify me
No More punking myself by not saying exactly what's on my mind
No More distractions derailing my plans
No More unhappy days
No More doubting my own inner strength
No More accepting empty promises
No More forgetting plans, dreams and goals
No More working unnecessarily hard for others without some benefit for self
No More neglecting the person who looks in the mirror
No More searching blindly in the dark
No More wasted knowledge
No More life passing by
No More I've had enough
No More wishing I had no more bullshit that has me writing no more