Heroes

We idolise and raise

Them upon pedestals

We take

And they continue to give it all

Mighty they are and

Immortal they seem

Attentive to each of our

Whimpers and screams

We call and they come

Bright eyed and wide smiled

They’ll stay alongside us

Forever and a while

But what if our heroes needed heroes themselves?

What if they help to escape their own hell?

What if they give, and they relentlessly give

Because it’s the only way they can continue to live?

What if our heroes are reclusive and broken,

But not a word of their feelings are uttered or spoken?

What if our heroes just stopped being there,

Because we took and abused their desire to care?

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