Psycho

"One day, not today or the day after, and it certainly won't be next year or the year after either. But maybe one day, my fragile heart will be healed and I can finally feel as though I am not worthless or unimportant. 

I can't even tell you if I'll be alive by then to tell you with broken pride that I have survived this horrid world , you'll probably be old and weary and I, as the coward I always was, may not even live to see the day you have grandchildren. 

I won't be sure if I'll be happy by the time I heal , I'm not able to tell you how long it will take for me to tell you the hidden pain that lays buried deep within my heart.

Don't blame yourself if one day, maybe tomorrow or next week, maybe the next month or the next year, that I'll collapse in my mind and finally break apart.

If the day comes where you find my eyes are glassy and my skin is cold, then please... Kiss me on my forehead in this wooden casket, and tell my friends and family that I'm not a coward for leaving the easy way- but I am a survivor that has lived through countless stories of untold agony.

If the night has come, where my suffering soul is finally put to rest; please remember the sweet memories of which I tried to leave behind. I beg of you to not forget the smiles and laughter we have shared in a drunken stupor under the moon. "

'I am sorry to say dear brother mine,
that the war that I have led
has taken a toll on my mind

 I am sorry to leave you brother mine,
my death should not have warranted your sorrowful cries.
However we both knew it was inevitable
which is exactly why I made my last days memorable

Close my casket, and my glassy eyes
Hold my cold hand until you can finally say goodbye,
whisper your last words to me as though it were a lullaby'

"Thy heart is ridden o' wounds, 
But thou believeth that thy shall heal
As thy shan't mourn for thou dead corpse- 
for no longer than a year. 
Weep thy tears, 
mourn thou death,
for only twelve new moons. "