Laisse-moi mourir( part 2-final)

 Si mourir pour ĂȘtre libre fait d’un soldat un hĂ©ros pourquoi mourir pour ĂȘtre apaisĂ© ne fait-il pas de moi un hĂ©ros ?

Je ne veux pas mourir par lĂąchetĂ©,au contraire 
Je le veux parce que le poids de ma vie, de cette vie est trop lourd Ă  porter
As-tu dĂ©jĂ  eu le sentiment d’ĂȘtre utilisĂ© ?
As-tu dĂ©jĂ  eu le sentiment de ne pas ĂȘtre aimĂ© ?
As-tu dĂ©jĂ  eu le sentiment de ne pas ĂȘtre compris?
Je marche sous la pluie de sorte que mes larmes se perdent dans l’ocĂ©an 
J’aimerais bien que toute cette Ă©motion puisse couler avec elles
Que dis-je? Puisque je ne ressens plus d’Ă©motions
Il n’existe aucune joie qui me traverse
Aucune peine puisqu’il n’y a plus d’amour pour effacer cette haine
La haine d’avoir voulu 
La haine d’avoir risquĂ©
La haine d’avoir aimĂ©
La haine d’avoir vĂ©cu 
VĂ©cu que des nuits passĂ©es Ă  pleurer sous un oreiller 
Des nuits Ă  se parler Ă  soi-mĂȘme
Des nuits avec l’envie de ne pas se rĂ©veiller le lendemain 
Y’aura-t-il un jugement pour celui qui n’a pas vĂ©cu? Alors condamne-moi au paradis car j’ai dĂ©jĂ  vĂ©cu l’enfer sur terre
Il existe ce voile de larmes qui vient cacher mes yeux
Ce voile de sourire qui vient cacher mes peines
Ce voile de bonheur qui vient cacher mon malheur 
Mais ce n’est que du faux…
Je ne cherche plus Ă  mourir puisque je suis dĂ©jĂ  …Mort 



                         Hr đŸ–€

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