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.
In Loving Memory Grandad
In loving memory. Grandad was the best. With his grey hair.
Im dying inside. Inside im lost. Inside i feel pain. Inside Im dead
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.
The Scars Inside Will Not Heal.
There is noubt different than being raped
Lost In A Inhumane World
Im lost within a world A little world of my own. Not quite real Or even humane.
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.
Another Sleepless Night
Another night without sleep. I just cant seem to sleep. All I want is a desent nights sleep. Is that really to much to ask?
When Its Time To Say Goodbye.
Now the time has come. When its time for me to say goodbye. It is not with pleasure that I go. I just wanted to put an end.
My Life Was My My Prison.
My life was my prison it was my enemy. It left me to choose suicide. I didnt have any other choice, I had no other way left.
You Stole My Trust
You stole my trust. You took away my soul. You took away my freedom. You made me sad.
I Must Leave You Now.
I'm so sorry but its true. I have to go now I have to die. Sorry but I have to end my life.
I Will Be Knocking At Deaths Door
I will be knocking on the door Knock knock knock Knocking at deaths door Begging to be let in.
In The Ruins Of Your Game
Im stuck in the ruins of your game. I remember everthing clear as day. You told me it would be a fun game. Fun for you mabey.
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.