He devoted his whole life
To people he called his friends... his family
He spent his time
His energy
His loving care
To listen and offer guidance
His family
Was perfect
From the outside,
Looking in
But no one ever
Gave a thought
To the pain that he was in
Through all of his struggles
He stood strong
The years had been ******* him for far too long
And he bore his burdens alone, time after time
Not a single friend
To confide
Not a single kin
To offer him wisdom
They were there
But they never cared
As they were always complaining selfishly
Of their petty qualms
To which he listened
Selflessly
It's not that he didn't try
To seek refuge in them
They were too consumed
Basking in their own greed
To hear
His
Cries
For
Help...
They never could see
How broken he was
Until it was too late
They should have
listened...
They should have
cared...
But they simply had no time to spare
This is not necessarily a true story, but simply a warning to care for others as they care for you. Repeated kindness is rarely returned. Be aware. This happens more often than the average person realizes.