Strength and Love

Even the strong become weary too. Life is hard and even the things that make it beautiful turn ugly. Prime examples are love and family. I mean the thought of those who you love and care for, fight and survive for doing you wrong and not even giving a care in the world about the sacrifices you make for the bond between them and yourself, hurts. It hurts when you realize when they do not value you the same way you value you them, yet they continue to strive of your love and your kindness. You say you do this all for love, but love is supposed to be free and it comes without condition. No, instead you do this to win hearts and gain acceptance,  hoping that you will be rewarded with the same love that you show them. You're only trying to fill the void of the missing heart that you loan out to others. meanwhile you're losing energy and heart. the things you used to be so passionate about lose meaning. Those who you thought would be there to help give you strength are no where to be found. And they say only the strong survive. Where now do I gather my strength, since I am stripped of the heart that was supposed to power it?