How It Feels to Fly?

I am so frustrated by life and its detours to sadness. I wish that things weren't so damn hard.  Living is a struggle.  It is easier to die than to survive.  At times, giving up seems like an option to me because of lack of support, lack of love, and I don't know  how to get up anymore.  I no longer know how it feels to fly.

My ship feels like its stuck between an iceberg and a volcano, two opposites but yet so harsh. Life is becoming harsh and its making me feel a bit harsh.  Happiness is gone from me, completely. Passion has been squeezed out from within me.  Hope has left the branches of my mind.  I no longer knows how it feels to smile.

Sinking, I imagine myself at the bottom staring at the suns reflection knowing that I wont get back up.  I might speak as a pessimist but optimism has long gone from the crevices of my lips and I no longer can view anything with a sunny delight. Its hard because I no longer know how it feels to fly.

 I can wish for a smile.  I can wish for love and hope.  I can yearn for satisfaction.  I can want company, need happiness.  But these weren't be granted till I remember how it feels to fly.....


A little help please...