Saviour Poem by Nick Schultz

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.
I see someone, the same who helped me through my troubles.
And brought a smile to my face. Lifted my chin up when I was down, and picked me up off the blood soaked ground. And then this person fell, and sat there and cried. I offered my hand, my soul and my life. She took it and now I see the point in life.
I never want to see her hurt or in pain, and I don’t wish her to leave.
I belong by her side, and I hope she needs me. If soul mates are real, and the stories are true.
I think I found mine, and I think its you.