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Jan 30
I hate the person in the mirror
so you'll never hear me say that
I'm good enough
I know in my heart that
the number on the scale defines my worth
and that
being thin will make me happy
I refuse to believe that
There is hope
I'm ashamed of my body
No longer can I say that
I am worth fighting for

Happiness (Bottom to Top)
Written by
Quinn  16/FTM/US of A
(16/FTM/US of A)   
       Samael, forgotten, Mo, Masha Yurkevich and Fawn
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