Her papa died when she was young , went out one night had some fun , had a drink 3 or 4 something in it he hit the floor , the he was buried 6 feet under , as her mother began to wonder , how she'd live without a home , how she'd live all alone ,she got a job then got sacked , went a little crazy but had to relax , her only choice was to work on the streets , getting off with perverts and freaks , she needed a job for house and food what could she do ? what could she lose ? so then one night she went out , a riot kicked off she began to shout , A gun shot fired straight through her head , left a little girl with no parents both of which dead , with out no family she got took into care she hated it so but had to stay there , she grew much older , only to find were ever she turned some-one had died , first her husband then her kid , she didn't see why she'd live ! so then she done it , she killed herself she had no riches just her health , she had no house or a friend , at her funeral no-one came , no-one cared , it was her own life she had spared , but on her grave it had said ,
We loved you always
We cared for you
All thoughs days
You made it through !
never new who wrote it there , but some-one she new showed they care , thanks for your kindness without fail , cause in those words is a Young girls tale ! !
