The girl

I caught a glimpse of a girl
so pale and so white.
I caught a glmipse of a girl
with dark rings surrounding her eyes.
Her arms were weak and bony.
Her chest heaved with every breathe.
Her heart worked hard to beat.
She remembered how badly she wanted to be pretty.
She remembered how she stopped eating to achieve this.
Her breathes got slower; her heart beat shook.
And slowly, her eyes closed.
She was gone.
Society had killed the girl.