"Who saves a hero?"

The blinking line on the page
Give you your own little stage
It asks: "What's on your mind?"
But the answer is hard to find
So much flies though the empty space
Of the abyss that is behind my face
More than I could share
More than I dare
To know what goes on in my head
Would give most cause to dread
From darkness to bright flowers
My brain ticks away the hours
Until the next stimuli I wait
Either brought or that I create
But the answer is not a simple one
It would be many hours 'til I would be done
But the only real reason to put such here
Has nothing to do with fear
I am an attention whore through and through
But I must become new
Not asking for attention
Where there is no retention
The only attention I should need is mine
I tell everyone that I am fine
My support system is done
Gone to someone else who is more fun
Who do I get my support from?
When everyone else is done
The guy who saves everyone
Is alone when everyone is done
So who saves the hero?
Before he becomes a zero...

One could say that the man does free
Should be filled with glee
But the glee comes from the save
And when there is no one to save...

The hero rides into the horizon
Sure to save more by the dozen
That's why they leave so soon
It's that or face their own doom
Because without people to save
The hero might as well dig their grave
My job is nearly done
I have battled but have not won

Who saves the hero?
When the hero needs a hero...