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Anonymous

When I started 6th Grade I was happy. Two weeks later I was depressed and suicidal. The thing that really struck me was that I didn’t know them and they didn’t know me! But that didn’t stop them, no they hit me and called me names I not dare write. One time the bully kicked me in the shin and I tripped. I asked him why he did that, he said because I was a fat nerd and I deserved it. Then he shoved me against the wall and told me my life was worthless and no one loved me. I asked how I could make him stop. He said to kill my self. I’ve always had severe anxiety and was afraid to tell anyone and when I did they told me to suck it up. When I finally told my parents, they contacted the school administration and they said they couldn’t do anything. So my parents decided to homeschool me and I’m still recovering from the bullying two years later and yet I don’t feel better.

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Bullying needs to stop
Anonymous

I was bullied.By the people i trusted the most.They hit me.Verbally abused me.I didnt give up.But i began to have a mental breakdown.I shut myself from the world thinking it was my fault.I considered suicide but that would hurt those close to me.Im in year 8 now and am…….It feels like im bieng dragged back in that state.The endless pain.The tears.The fake smiles.The teachers who didnt or dont care.Everything is becoming scary.Im falling into depression.I cry silently keep it to myself so no one hears but my mind hears.There is no one there bullying me but i feel alone.I have supportive people surrounding me.WHY! Thats all i ask.Why do we get bullied.Why am i the odd one out.Why am i suffering.Im not there but its a scar on my heart on my mind.It cant go it remains.IM CONFINED IN A TINY SPACE.A TINY WORLD.It feels like that..I didnt ask for this people just turned against me.Flicked me off like i was a germ a disease.I cant get through this.I wont get through this.I try.I wont give up.I have to give up.but do i.I WANT TO END MY LIFE BUT HOW WHY WHEN.WHY ARE THERE NO ANSWERS.HELP ME IM FADING.I CANT GET BACK.IM ALONE.IM AN IDIOT.IS THAT WHY NO ONE LIKES ME.IS THAT WHY EVERYONE HATES ME…..or is it just me dragging my self back.

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Anonymous

You’re not alone.Remember we know how you feel.I got bullied and didnt get over it until i spoke to someone.Bullying isnt something you deserve.But pick yourself up brush off the words and enjoy your life.One step at a time.Its hard i know.But ask yourself this.Is it worth the pain,the tears.NO.you’re worth it.You belong on this Earth.You can do this.Your gonna be fine if you focus on the future and forget the past.Its not easy but i have faith in you to start with saying these simple words:
I AM WORTH IT AND I AM PERFECT NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY.
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL SO START REALISING IT AND ENJOY 🙂

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Middle school
Anonymous

When i was in 7th grade i was getting bullied by this boy he used to follow me around and everything and call me names and at some points i did consider suicide i thought mabye the world would be better off without me and nobody would miss me but somedays i felt okay and like mabye my family would miss me so i kept going on i faked being sick for a whole week so i wouldnt have to go. It continued all throught 7th grade then in 8th grade it continued but got worse there were now rumors that i had slept with him and got pregnant so what did i do i begged my mom to let me do virtual school and she did i am now going back to public school and hoping things get better i still have suicidal thought and am very depressed but i wanted to share this so you would know your not alone.

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Stop Bullying
Anonymous

I’ve come along way which I thank God because if it wasn’t for him then I don’t know where I would be at this moment.
When I was at secondary school, at that time I use to have low self esteem about myself because I always used to degrade myself, due to the way people from secondary school were mocking and bullying me about my acne. People used to call me ‘doctor dot’ or either ‘ugly’ and would do horrible things to me by pulling up my skirt etc. Their words really did hurt me which I wasn’t accepted and I would constantly cry, I used to hang around all by myself, spend the break by myself and even have lunch by myself. I remember someone telling me this ‘if you continue with these spots on your face you will not get married. There was a time where I bunked my lesson by locking myself inside the Ladies toilet because I couldn’t take the insults and mockings from people anymore, imagine you have not done nothing to people but people will just have to victimise you for no reason. I used to look at myself in front of the mirror and tell myself I am ugly because I allowed people’s negative word to dominate me which I was a very weak person I will even ask God, ‘why was I created like this?’. My advisor who was like a mother to me which she never gave up on me will advise and motivate me constantly and tell me that I’m beautiful. From time to time while I was growing up I was rebuilding my confidence and learning to disallow people’s negative word to waterdown my greatness. I thank God for making me the woman that I am today, because I believe that God did not make a mistake to create me, for he has wonderful plans for me. For the best is yet to come! Bullies never win because they are weak, learn to defend yourself and don’t allow people’s negative word to waterdown your greatness.
Remember that you are beautiful!

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Anonymous

I hate myself
Living is hard but I don’t want to die
I’m not suicidal, just tired

When counsellors come to class
Tell us we should have fun,
That school should be a good time

I laugh

I hear voices in my head
Telling me “you’re nothing”
Reliving my worst memories

I’ll be doing some everyday task
But I can’t because all I can think
Is “you’re nothing”

I cry out, the pain too much
Will someone hear?
But no one cares

“Speak out, don’t silence your voice”
They say
But when I do, they only laugh

“Look at her attention-seeking self.
Using poetry? How cliché.”
But it’s the only way I can speak

Helphelphelphelphelp

I hate myself
Living is too hard but I don’t want to die
I’m not suicidal, just tired.

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gaming bullies
Anonymous

I was playing a game I like…I was about 2 hours in and I was getting spammed with “mackenzie is so fat” or “Mackenzie’s mom is so fat and her dad is so ugly” at that point I was crying…this was about an hour ago and I’m still crying……I now am not telling anyone else other than this website what happened……I’ve changed forever.

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Anomalous
Anonymous

In school i was a geek, and a loner. People called me names and hit me , called me ugly and hated me but I never give up and I still try to do my best in school. Now it’s my last year in school I am graduating but that doesn’t make it any easier for me cause I am still being bullied but it does not change the way I see my life or the way I see myself.

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My bully
Anonymous

Some girl picking on me for being different

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Secondary School
Anonymous

At primary I was always the nerd, the geek, the ugly girl, the lesbo. I was bullied at three of the four schools I went to.. Then, I got into a grammar secondary. I thought everything would be better. I wouldn’t be a nerd or a geek, because everyone was, right? Wrong. On the induction day I met this girl and we hit it off right away. Two weeks into the first term, everything went wrong. The previous day, I had told her something I was really insecure about. She used it against me. After a few more days, she continued into physical violence. She did it wherever, and never got into trouble. I got told off. I didn’t tell anyone for weeks, and my anxiety got the worst it had been since I was diagnosed in Year 4. Because of that girl, who I still have to deal with, I am in therapy for anxiety and am secretly having some suicidal thoughts. Every day, my bully shows everyone cuts she has on her wrists. Every day, she’ll do something. No one says it’s wrong. No one points out that this shouldn’t happen.
Do you know how old I am?
12. A 12 year old.

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