who is there during the mental breakdowns trying to calm you?
who, despite the refusals, still stays and helps just to see your warm smile?
who keeps your secrets even from you?
help goes around everywhere and to everyone.
day or night He listens, advises...cares
but who helps Him?
who repairs the handler?
time has never been spent trying to repair the handler,
often He tries to reach out for a hand, to pull Him out of the darkness,
often is when the cries for help are muffled,
shot down and returned straight at Him like a boomerang,
the curse of kindness and speading happiness is...
and yet He carries on for others
for fear of others feeling like Him.