Biography of Amy Kerswell
My name is amy im 19 years old I have been raped abused and molestered hence the fact some of my poems are about abuse and anger. I feel suicidal some times but am over this now and controll it I'm not over the abuse I doubt I ever will be.
I hope to be a writer. Althogh I write poems to express my emotions of words I cannot speak.
Somehow writing helps with things I've been through.
But really its my passion and what I love.
The best author I've ever read is torey hayden whoes books are inspiring and a grate read.
Amy Kerswell's Works:
none but would love to get 1 published
Amy Kerswell Poems
Scared To Trust
Im scared to trust now. I had my trust broken many times before. I was left a broken girl. I still am broken inside.
The Only Way
Some days I just wish. I could run and hide. No matter where I go. Suicide seems my only way.
A Bright Red Scream
I have bright red angry screams. Not within the voice of me. But in the cuts on my arms. I cut and cut.
Innocence Lost And Pain Gained.
I lost my innocence. Not once not twice but more times than I can count. It was becuase of bastards. Bastards who wanted to hurt.
Im dying inside. Inside im lost. Inside i feel pain. Inside Im dead
I'Ll Never Forget
I never forget what happened I'll never forget what they did. They used rape and abuse To have power over me.
A Walking Corspe
I walk around like a zombie. A reflection of a corpse. Like Im in a body thats not mine. A body depression has invaded.
Lost In A Inhumane World
Im lost within a world A little world of my own. Not quite real Or even humane.
And Live I Shall.
Today I realised something. Death can wait. Why should I end my life?
Am I Ever Alone
I get this weird felling inside. When all I can do is tremble and hide. All I can do is slip down the slide. This weird feeling inside.
So very numb inside. I do feel. So very empty and numb. Will ever feel again,
Im a person lost. Im lost in my despair. Lost within my fears. As my despair deepens.
The Scars Inside Will Not Heal.
There is noubt different than being raped
A Million Tears
A million tears cryed. Still the hurt lingers on. The greif stays with meeach day. I miss you more each day.
I'm sorry but I have to go now.
I refuse to live a life of bollocks.
I aint gonna live in pain.
Bollocks to those who think I should live.
I was born to be used.
I was born to be a tourtured soul.
I was born to be abused and attacked.
I was born for others pleasure.