Costly Refills

I pray everyday for the hope just to cope
with this life that I live.
How much more can I give til the light comes on
and they finally see this account's overdrawn?
I lay here defeated, a resource long depleted,
but with open hands they demand I surely must understand my debt and accept that it's not enough!
They've already brought me their cups,
should they have to  ask  me to fill them back up?

So, I exert all of my might in the fight,
of rebuilding my will to provide
the ungrateful their costly refills.
Just so once again, as I work and I strain,
they can drain all I have and replace it with pain.
Then, when I'm weary and my knees start to shake,
and I fall down in tears and succumb to my ache
They ask, as if the thought were absurd,
"C'mon, that's just silly! Why would  you  hurt?"