God I hate this world
it cuts me to and fro
my blood may wet there blades
but I still stand strong against them
I take the cuts in stride
the pain grows in a boy made to fight
I now fear the world fear what could happen
fight battles I cant win
yet win them with time and pain
my body knows how to heal
but my emotions do not
my soul drops to its knees
weak and scared
it is a dying flame
my body wants to help
they all say they do to
I want there help, but they don’t know what to do
neither does my body
but the body loves the soul
does not want to live without it
since it knows how to heal it tries to show the soul
it is reluctant to try,
it tried before and they didn’t see,
and how you see matters to me,
all say it is wrong,
but I have been given so much,
and I can give much back, but like my soul you are scared
your best is enough for me,
your love means so much
I don’t demand results,
I rarely ever see them,
I do my best, its enough for me,
is it enough for you?
do you want it to be?
do you want my help
if you do I will earn your trust,
I will learn what makes you tick if you let me in,
I will find the right bandage for your wound,
you can hate me in the end,
just don’t hate me for trying,
I need special care.
Its hard for a doctor to listen to himself,
so please except my best, I was sent here for punishment,
but I learned to love myself, god will take me back soon, let me help while I am here.

Richard DeLong,
late 1-13-97