Dead inside wonderland

So I take the pills I swallow my pride, sought to understand, and what did I find? A mine, a bright light, and I lost my mind, I tried to read the signs, but I'm blind, I grind for lost time, I'm dead inside, I'm a cash crop I was bred to die, unstable so on meds I dine, the doctor said be fine, but my face is red as wine, I dread the swine, life has fed me limes, lies the slimes paint lines, the blinds grind and they taint my mind, I'm plagued to drain hanged from the vine... Is it real? Is it fake? I feel as if, it could break, Mad Hatter bastard eats wood cake, sat her, fatter, with a good plate, she learned to love it, and understood hate...

Deep breath, then a big exhale, open eyes gaping, this might be hell, lift my gown and then the veil, might as well, dwell on the waves that swell, where I fell, the hell is quite stale, i hear the bells, if I sniff the rails, roaring Lions I trip on tails, and flip on L's, I grip the pistol as it whistles, little missile shells, strong winds yeah a mental gale, wrapped up like some gentle mail, disappointment as the riddles fail and the rainbows fade as the Skittles melt.. Is it real? Is it fake? I feel as if, it could break, Mad Hatter bastard eats wood cake, sat her, fatter, with a good plate, she learned to love it and understood hate...