Amy Louise Kerswell Poems

Anger and misery is all I ever seem to bring.
Hatred and anger is what I seem to be making.
Acceptance and understanding was all I wanted.
But acceptance and understanding was never granted.
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Here I am sat thinking about you,
Im sure I hear you call my name,
Amy, Amy, Amy.
As I turn to see who's calling me
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I trust in the sea.
I trust in the deep blue seas and oceans.
I trust in these becuase they can help me.
They can take me out of this world.
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I get this scary episode.
When voices surround me.
And eyes follow me around the room.
The episodes last a few hours.
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I'm begging you please don't.
No not again please don't hurt me.
Please don't put your thing in there.
Please don'hurt me there.
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The time has come.
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I havent a reason to live.
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This is the only thing I have known.
Pain choas and disaster.
Most of it inflicted by others.
But through what others did to me.
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Phedophiles are immoral bastards.
Stuff those who dont think so.
Weather its just cos their attracted to childen or not.
Its immoral and not right.
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Hello is anyone out there?
Can you hear me.
Please hear me help me please.
Surely somebody is out there.
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