some times I wounder why

Some times Iwounder why my real mom and dad did drugs,Some times I wounder why they never gave my real sisters,brothers and me any love or hugs,I wounder why our parents had abanded us and just left us with hate,madness,sadnees,wounders and alot of questions build up,Some times I wounder why people become abusive,I wounder why people always make up excuses,Some times I wounder why some people cant get along,I wounder why hate is strong,Im not going to just sit here and lie yes im one of the lucky one’s who survive,yes i change my life and if you woundering why because i notice god will never and will be always be by my side.!