Recreated Hell

Locked in a room with four walls and a door,
Padded from the ceiling to the floor.
Go ahead, shove one more pill down my throat,
And you wonder why I just can't cope.
You shrinks are a joke,
Prescribing nothing but false hope.
You keep me shrouded in a medicated lie,
Stealing what once was my life.
Locked in this room every hour of everyday
The last remnants of reality fade away.
I may be alive but I might as well be dead,
Exisiting only in the world created in my head.
Do you still think insanity can be cured with isolation?
I'm sorry but you're sadly mistaken.
You keep me locked in a 8'x 8' cell...
CONGRATULATIONS! You have recreated hell