Picking up Flowers and Smiling for Thousands of Years

I have no home and no relatives. I am a lone star from the sky and should not have come to this world at all. In this case, let me fend for myself. But why does God still hurt me like this? Those who love me only want to use me; those who love me only want to kill me. ． ． ． ． They are unkind, so why should I be righteous? The sky collapsed and the earth shattered, the sea dried up and the rocks shattered. I also want them to pay the price. ． ． ． ． ．