Rejected for Helping in the name of Love

it was in the center of May the beginning of summer when the dew dropped and ran away dying summertime blues had no standing here in paradise, or so I thought maybe wished for naught... we get tired of hearing the same old bickering when there's so much more to life than complaining whining about pennies when you have everything and still nothing seems to satisfy, leftover smirks mean nothing for anyone what kind of rubbish is that to a starving man? how does one break through the gluttony of me, first at the expense of all that radiates pain blow torching madness with words somehow the sun refused to shine that day the moon ran with the news, stars in the sky strained for cover all is lost without reasons chasing keys for the answer without proper locks to turn ... is a soft heart a doormat for those full of contempt? my heart breaks just hearing all those layering caustic sneers intended to burn, callous and jeering, what good does that do? lacking consideration completely vicious smacks are never the answer, no matter what this kind of nonsense feeds deep depression fueling maddening rage, tossing careless remarks just because you can leaves residual scarring for decades, why waste your breath what are you trying? won't that only serve to distance and discourage, what kind of fool keeps on believing when the blood splatter stares back in one's torn and ravaged space ( Today I was viciously attacked by a female family member I have been helping for the last two years, without warning and completely unexpected, coming from seemingly nowhere as I can discern. I wonder if anyone can relate to this pain and disgust of not being appreciated after all you've done in the name of love?)