Amy Louise Kerswell Poems

I stand near you every day.
I was with you yestuarday and I'll be here tomorrow too.
I know you think suicide is the end,
But it's not belive me it's not.
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come sit with me for a while.
And then you can see the real me.
But then you'll see my horrible world.
Come be a shadow on the wall.
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I have a secret thats been locked up for years.
Becuause of all my fears.
I couldn't ever tell.
I couldn't say he's hurting me.
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Please understand me.
You are one of the closest people to me in a way.
But for some reason you don't understand me.
It's almost as if you don't want to understand.
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As a child I would hide in my room.
I always had the gloom.
Going out to play would only bring doom.
But he even found me in my room.
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Lost was my childhood.
Taken from around me from bastards who hurt me.
They were happy playing their games.
Maybe becuase it gave them fame.
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It's like a plauge.
With in the glow of its fire.
Some what like an animal and its pray.
It waits and it waits.
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The silence in my heart has built a zombie of me.
The empteness has lert me an emotionless wreckage.
The confusion brings with it dread.
Making the fall even harder.
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Looking back to my early years.
Now I can see where the hurt began.
Why me though why me?
Looking back scares me.
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Everybody hates me.
Psyco is now my name.
Why just why?
What have I done?
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