This is Now

This is now.
See, this right here is me.
In a decade I’ll look back
and say, well when I was 18...
But that’s only hopefully,
because now I know what I’m capable of,
and that is destructing.
Now I know the truth of me.
This may well just be a hard time,
but you’ll break your back trying to prove it’s temporary.
I’d say, “you try to live this life in my body.
You try to fight yourself, when you know you’ll
just keep struggling on empty.”
Then what will you suggest for me? What is left to do?
I’m up against the world and a future.
You can’t deny or minimize.
This is the disease and over there sits recovery.
It smiles. It waves; and in the corner of the darkness it torments me.