Forever I’ve been looking for comfort, bleeding in the corner. Screaming I’m not a victim, when the facts can barely support it. I re-victimize myself every day, and In my thoughts I ponder. Can I find a way to escape, or will I finally start moving forward? Do I have to run away, or will I rise above the slaughter? There has to be a better way, and I will walk the path beside her. Not a thing can save the day, but in our love I’ve found, Forever. A poem by modern_sooth