Italian version here: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/04/26/lascio-perdere/
Eventually that day comes,
or those days,
where finally, I let go.
In which my fixation,
I understand the value of letting go,
also because I can’t do anything else, unfortunately.
I know the heart,
won’t stop beating,
for those people.
I am good,
I’m a scapegoat.
But I let it go,
I let go of everything ‘this pile of shit.
Some time ago it seemed impossible to me,
too difficult and painful,
but in the end here I am,
I got through it all.
It took me even less than I thought
And it’s funny,
since I cared more than other times
to these people.
In the end I made it through,
maybe I’m better than others,
that’s not what matters to me.
I absolutely cannot continue to feel bad,
that nobody needs it,
not even in the rosiest hope or expectation,
to forgive us.
And I forgive, before everyone else,
maybe I’m better,
I do not know.
I know today, I decide to drop all this.