It's basically what the title says... I write to vent, so don't expect it all to make perfect sense.

A poem that digs deep into a past experience that takes a long time to bring to the surface long enough to release it on paper and into words. Real life is not always grand. There are moments we face horrid and dreadful things. I only hope this helps all those that have faced it as well.

The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )