They say the greatest inspiration
Is pain, suffering, misery
That the broken and lost can describe
What haunts them better than a happy memory
But who amongst us can actually claim
They are free from such emotions
When recalling what makes me happy
It's usually the little things that make no sense
Something about stomach butterflies
And a warm fuzzy feeling all around
Usually takes a little bit of time
To fully remember enough to share
I don't have the same trouble with a bad one though
If anything, its putting them back afterwards
That really takes some trying to accomplish
When things cut us deeply, they tend
To really stick with you despite best efforts
Nobody really wanting to tell anyone else
A lot of people suffer in silence
Unable or unwilling to break it down
For some stranger, or someone they don't want involved
We feel impure about our problems
Refusing to taint others that could do without
Yet another reminder that we are imperfect
Instead we leak it into our words and actions
That's why pictures can be worth a thousand words
And why a story's impression can't be explained
Neither are able to accurately translate the depth
Without loosing their true meanings in transition
Holding too many nuances of communication
It's not like we enjoy retelling the same sob stories
Or painting the same wounds in different ways
We sympathize, empathize, and relate all too well
Triggers lay behind corners and turns
Waiting to hitch our breaths as we are forced
To recall, re-live, tackle head on, and re-hide things again
Tell me this, when someone tells you
What makes them glow on the inside
Do you get just as high from their joy?
Or does it just seem muted, not really yours?
Happiness is solely for each person
Despite how contagious it can be
Melancholy doesn't work that way
If one of us is sad, then all of us get worried
Being the social creatures that we are
We crave reassurance and comfort
We crave the ability to help heal and fix the problem
Because if it hurts one, it hurts us all
The greatest motivation is indeed
Pain, suffering, and misery
We have all been broken and lost
Haunted by them more than the happy times
Laying claim to a wasteland of emotions we want
To help erase, by first telling them we understand all too well