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.
Colours Of Pain
Red deep and red angry red. For her eyes only see the anger thats around her. Blue for the thousands of tears cried. Black for the despair and depression life brings her way.
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.
Anger Rages Inside
Anger is bubbling away at me. Burning a whole in my heart. Making me burn with rage. I have good reason to be angry.
Accept That This Is Me
Accept me for who I am. Dont hate me becuase Im not the person You think I should be.
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?
A Child Was Hurt
When I was a child you hurt me. I was nothing but a mere girl. I was only 5 years old. I couldnt fight you couldnt fend you off.
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.
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.