vent I wrote in the form of a poem. :) my life is a hell, at the hands of the same people that created me. My soul and heart have been built into an amalgamation of anger and despair I cant see hope for this vessel I call myself anymore. The snot of my tears and the mucus of my screams,, They call to a deaf god that I had been foolish enough to believe was listening to me. My vessel is in the hands of a never ending limbo never ending agony Something that I'll never be able to call safety again. I live in a hell at the hands of the same people that created me. They make my life hell, And I'll never know why. The amalgamation that carries all my despair, grief, guilt, envy, hatred, jealousy, and hope, kindness, gratitude, wonder, curiosity. It all holds me together by threads of a spiders web. faintly,, And once those threads and silks break. All that will be left are pieces. That Amalgamation will find me, gather my pieces, Hold me close, and finally, hush me to sleep.