I'm so glad that
I don't
gotta worry
about no one
but me.

something rang in my mind
came to find, soon you'll see
                        that I just don't
got the time
                                  to rewind
to recognize the trace
of another nostalgic smell
when the sun through the window
heats my flesh,
all I know is
                      it's morning.

the lonesome rising
                                  feels heavy
starting the day
                            ready to shut down
closing you out
removing all doubt
that this confidence
will only commence
while communicating
without speech,
                            without sound.

the words once spoken
retreated, too often, repeated.
misconstrued and misconducted
no more pieces, reconstructed.

verbalization once was key
yet now it's plain and clear to see
actions speak volumes,
heights in which words
will never reach.

no more explaining,

I'm sick
of the preaching
the controlling
confuse for teaching.

words are a tool
best used to enhance
or clarify
any given situation.

I'm so glad that
I don't
gotta worry
about no one
but me.

Keep myself safe
in my head,
empty bed,
no more dread.

Today,
I'm no more alive
than I am dead.