outside on the grass there is a lawnmower, there is cars, there is flag making noise

in the loony bin there is only walls and workers

and you get a bed and usually paper and a writing utensil

pen or pencil

your mind is free, or as free as it can be

quiet in the place, quiet in your head

you wish dead

write instead

maybe it is the modern age

where you get to send sms to the police and eight other recipients

at least you got an audience

the loony bin is the best place to write