A poem

(Keep in mind that this is the first poem I have ever written, and it's not that good) Wishing to fly Why I think I want to die Is because I cannot fly I wish for things that could never be And thus my depression grows, and may soon consume me If I had wings I could be rich If I had wings I would be famous If I had wings I’d surely find love But I don’t have wings, and I never will And yet I keep trying to fill what cannot be filled I do not want to die But I cannot fly, so what other option is there? But maybe, just maybe… I can fly, if I die.