Fighting

I can't forget the past, Even though I've tried many times. It keeps coming back to me, Every year, every day, every hour. I catch myself thinking, saying, Catching myself on the street, at work, before bed. I won't give in to my weakness, And I won't dip my head into it right now. I held myself with a death grip, I held on with all my might. But then came the moment of weakness, When I loosened my grip. And I began to immerse myself more and more, In my memories. I regretted, I was angry, I was offended, That I couldn't be different at that time. A few moments pass, And I realize that I'm wrong again. Who needs your opinions, Whether you're guilty or right. With all my will in a fist, With great mental effort. I drive away my memories, What touches me. No, I will never forget, What I have gone through in my life. I will never forget the people and the times, I will never forget what I have lived with them. But life goes on, and I go on, And I am free every time, When I try to put an end to my thoughts, And not take them all with me into the new world.