Italian version: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/04/18/poesiapersa/
I would love to make it clear that I have understood my mistakes
I would love to make it clear,
that I’ve been bad,
I’m still there.
I would like so much to understand,
that it’s nobody’s fault.
I would love to make it clear that losing people
To which I care,
it’s the greatest pain I’ve ever felt.
I really wish there was an alternative …
And instead only pain,
a deep pain
that makes me cry.
it gets bigger and bigger.
I feel dying inside …
I wish there was a way out,
something to take back what I’ve lost,
I wish I didn’t want to run away …
I’m so sorry for making the people I love feel like,
in this way.
I’m sorry for myself,
maybe I am disappointing, I am still disappointed.
And this anger,
this rage that never ends …
along with the confusion.
I don’t know who I am anymore.
I do not know what to do,
not to betray me.
I do not know what to do, to stop the pain.