I can have holes, but I'm no sponge I can have armor, but I'm no knight I'm where you're scheduled to be buried If you've lost me, you don't know what you're doing

I am a fiery end, a drastic purge, A sacrificial blaze, on sorrow's verge. Though life I steal, I cleanse and then emerge.

I was popular in the eighties When fitness was on brand! Put me on to keep dry Or use me when you join a hairband!

Mexican jumping, or green in a can, I’m a cute little thing, and can extend your lifespan!

I am sad truth in modern times. I can be cured in many cases quite easily. It only takes one caring person and a little patience. My best advice is don't let pride, shame or embarrassment stand in your way. Read it again. Read it again. Good.