I hope you like. I wrote this months ago, after falling into depression . . .

AND HERE I AM

This is my ground,
the only place I call home.
And my gray sky,
is my only atmosphere.

Seems I'm left,
on my ground alone.
And I just want to run away,
far away from here.

Once ago,
a million years it seems,
I was happy for myself,
and my life.

But now my world has changed,
and I'm no longer free.
In my head I'm tired,
of this ever-lasting strife.

I try to look ahead,
but I see nothing but my ground.
I feel like I fell below the earth,
and I can't move at all.

It seems so much like,
no one's ever been around.
If I scream for anyone,
there's not an answer to my call.

So what do I call this feeling,
Loneliness? Despair?
I can't find anything,
beyond my small home.

A voice in my mind is saying softly,
"No one's ever there."
And here I am,
against my ground,
alone.

-Broken Petals (formly known as Moonlight Whispers)