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.
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
When I'M Dead And Gone.
When I'm dead and gone will you hate me?
Will you blame yourself?
Now I'm dead and cold in my grave.
Will you cry for me?
will you visit my grave.
Blame need not lie with any of you.
I couldn't face life anymore.