Misery

Is misery shared truly misery halved?

All I feel when someone I care about seems unhappy
Is unhappiness myself, a sense of hurt even deeper than my own
And yet, I also feel myself lifting up, pulling out
Of the sadness of my own life
And focusing on someone else’s
To help them as much as I can

Is that helpful for me? For them?
Both of us? Neither?
I don’t know, but I what I do know is that
My own misery is still there inside of me
Waiting to overwhelm me once again

As much of a distraction as someone else’s
Misery can be, my own is always still there 

Inside of me