Depressed

I want to fly. I want to soar high above the skies. I want to feel the wind rushing through my face. I want to go far, far away from all my problems and sorrow. I want to feel the warmth of the sun. I want the numbness and cold to disappear. I want to feel, I want to love. I want to be free from the chains of sorrow.

But there are times that my heart tires out and I lose the will to go on. These are the times that I want to climb the highest mountains and swim the deepest seas. I want to disappear and just fade away from the face of this earth. I want to sleep and never wake up. I want to just cease to exist… because I want to live.