The way we comfort

When people are sad we comfort them differently. A lot of people don’t know what to say, so they don’t say anything. Some give physical comfort.

I’ve realized that since I’ve gotten into music and relied on it, let it help me save my life, I have no idea what to tell people when they’re sad. I don’t want to say nothing, so I play music. I find lyrics that relate to their situation.
Songs I love, the ones I cry to in the middle of the night.

All I want to do is ease their pain. The way I do it is to show them all the little pieces of my heart, scattered in melodies and lyrics.

Sometimes its hard. The way I comfort isn’t the one they need. But I don’t know what to do. So I fall silent and listen to the music. Because now, instead of comforting them, it’s saving me.