At what point do you stop expecting better from people?

I have become accustomed to people choosing to leave, so much that I have no problem asking them to, when I feel the need. I am accustomed to people deciding to give up on me, so much that I choose to give others empathy. I have become accustomed to people throwing words at me, so much that, although I’m exhausted I know to rise on my own two feet. I am accustomed to the way my generation seeks my help but cannot return the hospitality, so much that I still shine my light brightly even in my darkest hours. I have become accustomed to people falsely claiming to be there should I feel weak, so much that I have come to a point where I have stopped asking people for help. I have become accustomed to the lack of understanding in human beings, so much that, should I take my life one day, they will act as if I didn’t deserve that peace. I have become accustomed to how selfish humans are, and how they seem to care only after a tragedy occurs, so much that none of you would know unless someone screamed it from the heavens that a person was dying. So if God should come collecting sooner than expected, I hope you can proudly say that the life you led was one for you.