Delusional Paranoia

Inside my head is a constant fight,
darkness covers the distant light.
All the meds are not working,
the smell of evil is slowly lurking.
Darkness fades to pitch black,
all I want is my old life back.
I need to change all my meds,
still running from the feds.
Help me please, get through this moment,
sick and tired of living in constant torment.
Moving state to state, town to town,
I'm just a like a king, who lost his crown.
Did I smoke a joint, or was it a bowl,
all the drugs have finally taken its toll.
My life used to be fast and furious,
now I'm lost and very curious.
My mind has wondered so far away,
should I go, or should I stay.
Is anything I'm saying making any sense,
or is my braid just to dense.
Not sure when things went wrong,
I used to be bigger than King Kong.
Then one day, my life fell apart,
black became the color of my broken heart.
In conclusion, maybe I have a delusion,
is there a solution to all my confusion.