The final straw

No more anger
No more sadness
No more sarcasm
No more badness

Things are back to normal
Back to how they should be
Haven't cried in months
Things are as the need be

So glad with this routine
Never been so happy to hit a rut
I have a good feeling about this
A good feeling in my gut

No more fights or screaming
No more akward whispers
No more silent sttings
No more rain, sun glitters

Just glad with what has come
With more laughs now
The facade has come to its end
As the end of Hell comes I take my bow.