Empty halls and white washed walls
the silence hurts my ears
with padded feet and bed side seat
and tissues for my tears

The scent of bleach beyond my reach
makes this feel clinical
and nurses lie and pass me by
for their so cynical

My heads a mess I'm forced to rest
with pills that make it hard
to think or act laid on my back
an induced re-a-****

My spirits broke my lifes a joke
Three men walk in a bar
the punch lines gone I can't go on
this pain as gone too far

....Then The Screaming Starts....

It's in my head the voice I dread
the words I know are mine
I've lost the plot so much forgot
within a shattered mind

Doctor come quick I think I'm sick
or else why am I here
I should be home sat all alone
awash with pain and fear

Please close the door don't come no more
I'd rather you don't see
this wretched shell condemned to Hell
that no longer looks like me.