A Few of My Favorite Things

Shivering cold in my bare empty prison
Shaking and silent, abuse flooding my vision.

Comatoes, I stumble from what they're said.
Nothing at all to ease the ache in my head.

These distant thoughts I dare not think.
One love too many, a sickness in me.

Of course I act blissful, while hell's seaping in.
Pushing me down until I know I can't win.

Finding that high I use to f... up my life
Keeping dead quiet until he looks in my eyes.

Over and over, but I've made my hate scarce
Hurting inside without reason to care.

Tracing my veins and I'm so uncontrolled.
Making myself ugly so you'll think I'm beautiful.

Lifeless and dreaming though I'm wide awake
And these are a few of my favorite things.