Psych

Where the sounds of screaming and crying
Circle around your head
As you sit around the lost souls
And those who'd rather be dead

"Anywhere but here"
Speak many of the people
We all live our days in fear that
We will never reach the sequel

From one building to another
Travel the sad angry and mad
Being told they will recover
And leave this scary land

Virtual threads are used as curtain rails
In case of suicide
And a painkiller put on record
As we may not own our minds

Refusal to comply
Leads to many scribbled notes
And we can all wave goodbye
To any remaining hopes