We idolise and raise
Them upon pedestals
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?