Amy Louise Kerswell Poems

Razor blade razor blade
Sharpe glass shards
Knife blades
And all things sharpe.
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Am I a restless soul.
A soul to be lost.
A soul not quite whole.
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The lot of you.
All of you
You are all rotten bastards.
And I hate you all
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I am the Queen of faliure.
At every thing I do I fail.
My life is full of misery.
My hart is sad and depressed.
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Darkness enveloped me
Pain and darkness filled my heart
Deepened by emotions
Tormented from the very start.
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Sometimes I'm a loser yes I am
sometimes I'm ok.
Sometimes I don't really know...
what I am to say...
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My body's cold my lips are blue.
My body stiff like glue.
Depression wasn't the flu.
For years i tried to hold on.
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I'd like to say I'm sorry for hurting you all.
But am not for ending my life.
As they find my mangeled body.
I hope it will be the version of the corpseified me.
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You should be in a zoo.
You are an animal.
Not a man.
Why and how?
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To realease the pain from within.
I have to cut and slash.
Watching the crimson blood flow.
Is watching all the badness come out.
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