Nick Schultz Poems

To be loved is to be free.
To be completely happy and filled with joy.
To love someone back is to set someone free.
To erase all their loneliness, erase all their fear.
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We all know the mind is a powerful tool.
It can make a Heaven out of Hell, and a Hell out of Heaven.
But, tell me this. Is it not true that the mind can make both of them up?
Maybe we are alone in this lonely expanse of universe.
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If I were to die, to take my own life.
I wonder if anyone out there would miss me?
Perhaps, perhaps not, I’ve not a clue anymore.
I go through my day being ignored.
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I hold on to people too tightly.
The cuts in my flesh represent that.
I let nothing go, and no matter how hard I try.
I can’t make people see how much I care for them.
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My heart is so tired of being broken.
It tells me to stop hurting it, that it can’t take more pain.
As if I were the one to blame.
Maybe I am, I don’t know.
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As I gaze into my soul, I see.
Madness, terror and misery eating away at me.
But, as I gave into the deepest depths of myself, I see.
Not terror, pain, or misery.
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Oh, what has changed about me.
Let me count the things.
Lost my taste for good poetry and good love.
Hell, don’t even think the latter exists.
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My heart, broke so oft of late.
Can’t bear so much pain all by itself.
Need someone to take my pain away.
But I know I never will find.
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This is the end, my friend.
Everything thus far has come together.
To create one swirling mass of pain and torment.
My past failures leer at me, and my future ones mock me.
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Every time it happens, never failed it has.
I reach my feelings out, try to love again.
It goes good for a while, then falls apart.
All because of some other person someone loves more.
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