My dream is not to live.
My dream is tucked in a broken bottle of self pity without a name.
My dream is not to breathe
It is hidden deep beneath a smile that deceives no one but myself.
My dream is not to want
That along with hope have disappointed even the worst of true despair.
love, pain
Are 2 words of breath that forces life from this here corpse.
My dream is not to die
Death in an uncertainty that in itself does not guarantee freedom.
I do not want
I do not wish
My dream is to survive.