down in the ground

I feel like my head is pressed into the ground,all the air escaping me leaving me breathless
The ground is wet with my tears
No one would help me up until you came along
The hand you offered me so comforting but also marred like mine
called to me like a beacon
Slowly taking it my head slowly starting to rise from the ground
To know some one is thinking about me,caring
brings a bit of my soul back.