hi my name is lily
and i should be 8 today.
but there is a problem
i was killed May.
i guess that papa didn't love me
and mama didn't care.
my brother was the one who loved me,
but he was never there.
You see, i never had a family
and i didn't have a home.
i never got any "thank you's"
and love is something I'd never known.
Then one day mama left us,
and I was stuck with dad.
Then papa started to drink 
and ended up scary and mad.
my brother wasn't home to stop him,
so papa chased me around.
i ran and hid under my bed,
hoping to never be found.
But dad had saw me running
and just lifted up that bed.
daddy was really mad,
and hit me across the head.
mommy walked in through the door,
and saw daddy hitting me,
but she just laughed and walked away,
and i heard her say "kill lily."
i never saw their hatred,
until the moment that they showed it,
I just wished they'd stop,
i couldn't take another hit!
Daddy took out a gun,
and put a bullet through my head.
a little smokey thing left my body,
and i knew that i was dead.
please don't laugh after you read this,
or i'll sit with you in your sleep,
I'll stay there till you die,
and your smokey thing is what I'll keep. 
I was just a sweet little girl,
who was killed in May.
you know my name is Lily, 
and I'm supposed to be 8 today...



PS- the little smokey thing was her soul.