Treasure Island

Amy Kerswell

(04 06 1987 / Bath UK)

Am I alone


I get this funny feeling inside.
It comes from deep inside.
When all I want to do is run and hide.
It's like a down ward slide.

My quack calls it depression.
Some of my family say its just me.
Some call my pysco.
Others call me weird.

But these shit feelings and thoughts.
noone will see.
It's like I'm a different person now.
And the old me just dissapeared.

Submitted: Monday, December 11, 2006
Edited: Wednesday, December 08, 2010

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  • Barbara Terry (12/18/2006 11:15:00 AM)

    Amy it is not you, and your family needs to wake up to reality. Further more I agree by calling the doctor a quack...most psych doctors are. But it is not just you, tho. It is all the memories of the bad experiences you have been through. I would say that maybe part of it is depression, but that comes with PTSD tho. I get these horrifying nightmares, like I am right back there again, going through it all over again, and I wake up in a cold sweat and afraid to go back to sleep most times. What you have been through, and what most of us who have been abused have been through, is not our fault. It is the fault of the abuser. Also Amy, when we are so abused, it seems like our old selves just did disappear, and a sad, frightened, and terrified person appeared in our old selves place. Thank you for sharing Amy. Barbara. (Report) Reply

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