Begining to my Short Story "Grandpa"

I gots 99 problems. I sit here on the cold little corner. Mama don’t help me no more, and pa passed about one year ago. And as much as he would beat me like an old rug, I knew he loved me and that gives me hope. Maybe it what get me through these rough times? I don’t gots many friends but the ones I do has left me. I don’t blame em for my troubles or nothing but when a brother needs help a good mad would help him out. Gots nothing but a couple coins and a raged old blanket. Sometimes I just sit in the night. Lay back, look up at the stars. I thinks to myself why am I here? Do I really gots to be here. And then I make a list in my head. A list of all the reasons I gots to live. For some reasons I can never seem to come up with any. And then I make a list of the reasons I would want to die. Sometimes I come up with a couple before I fall asleep.