Depression

Like sitting in a dark room,
a dark room all alone.
There's no light in this place,
save the light from my cell phone.

And even then, it never rings.
It never says a word.
Alone at last,
stuck with the past,
I'd love to love the world.

"There's beauty in everything you'll ever see,
you just need to know where to look."
She told me with such diction,
reciting from a book.

I cannot see the beauty,
obscured by my disdain.
I cannot hear your voice,
I only hear my name.

I taunt myself with broken thoughts,
with shattering my dreams.
I bring myself to tears just to split along the seams.