He was a strong man in every way
Never broke and rarely failed,
Tattooed arms and personal charm
A handsome man who never forced demands.
Everybody knew and loved his smile
His swagger and his sense of style
But nobody knew the demons he fought inside
And how sometimes he felt the need to hide.
For all the muscles, tatooes and boyish good looks
Nobody saw or maybe they mistook,
His frantic sense of enduring fun
Was his mental sinews breaking one by one,
They all took for granted he will always be there
Always be there with that shoulder of care,
Always with the right words to help someone
But in the end he had no one.
So when they found he was dead
They never knew of the despair,
No one ever truly cared
About how he was and his life,
So it was no surprise that he was all alone when he died.
We need to take care of those who care for us,
Invest in them just as much,
Don’t take for granted those who help,
For they may have their own issues and problems as us.
fauxcroft 
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