The point being...?

What's the point when you can't even turn to your own family for support? I am slipping again, i don't give a damn. There's not really a point in caring when everything you love gets ripped from you anyway. I just want one good, happy day. I wanted my night, to be my night. But i can't even have that. I need to get away, but that's the problem with having no money, nowhere to go and no one to turn to. You get stuck, there's no way out. Whenever i used to feel like this i used to turn to him and now i can't and every time i remember that it tears a new hole inside me.