I killed a girl.
She was happy, friendly and full of life.
She didn't deserve to die.
I killed her a little more each day until she was finally gone.
I cut her skin until it was covered in scars.
I starved her of food and called her fat.
The sad thing is no one stopped me.
I didn't do it by myself,
Lots of people helped.
I do regret killing her, but it's done.
The funny thing is:
The girl I killed used to be me.