You see that saying that says "In the end, no one truly cares about you".
Although you were not meant to live life alone, but you've been singlehandedly doing things on your own and can only be offered help.

To some extent, we've been loved.
How much more do we want before you can attest that people truly care but can't do more than they should for themselves?
People are humans, and the same love you are complaining about is the same way they're feeling.
Nobody should die for anybody to be truly happy, that's...