Italian version here: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/04/26/poesianon-lo-faccio-piu/
I won’t do it anymore,
I won’t hurt more.
to myself, first,
before anybody else…
If it could happen… one day,
one day, so far away:
I won’t do the same mistakes,
I would pay attention to every rate…
No matter the pressure to take,
the time to pass, to stay awake.
I’m changing so much,.
I would be so ready to do what I must, now,
I know how…
I don’t put thigns into the trash,
many things were important to me,
I can feel it into my blood, in my flesh.
I don’t spit into the dish where I eat,
I know what matters it to share, not to split.
I wouldn’t need to cut,
no need to doors to shut.
No need to hurt,
I wouldn’t, I have the gut.
I would think only about things that matters,
to be cool, to love,
to be loved, to be a mattress,
for the ones I care about,
not spines to cut deep,
A promise, friendship to keep.