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 ... more »
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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.
The only way
Some days I just wish. I could run and hide. No matter where I go. Suicide seems my only way.
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.
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.
Im dying inside. Inside im lost. Inside i feel pain. Inside Im dead
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.
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.
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.
If only walls could talk
If only walls coul talk. If walls could speak If walls could talk
Wings of a bird Wings of an angel. Wings of living things. When you died
Alone I do now walk
Alone I shall now walk. All alone with nobody near. And nobody to hear.
In loving memory Grandad
In loving memory. Grandad was the best. With his grey hair.
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Edgar Allan Poe
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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.
I simply cannot trust.
Its not you its me.
My trust cant be broken again.
So dont ask me to trust
Cos I cant do it.
Im to scared to trust