Why me

Every thing is like the past nothing changce just the same old story my life they hate me i was the good kid that cares alot but they never show me no love who is me to them to show them love nothing am nothing to them sometimes i feel like to kill myself but i just hold on and pray and how am free so free like the biards in the tree and who is them my family that i still love a kid that grow up to be a man who understand life and how much it mean to me and my kid love and cares and happyness.