Others Pain Alleviated, My Own Multiplied Poem by Nick Schultz

Destined for pain, destined for doom.
I sacrifice my comforts for that of others.
Hell aint a bad place to be, but this Hell is worse.
I hardly have a will to live.
With first the duality of heartbreak, then the tripling of the same.
All within such a short time, I cant see the day.
Why can I not find happiness?
In helping others, all I get is satisfaction.
But love? All I’ve received thus far from that is pain.
But what is a little more pain?
Give me your pain, your sorrows, your trials.
Ill complete them for you, and live in my Hell.