Hi, i'm Kevin and i'm 20 years old.

I've never really shared me most inner feelings with anyone before, but its starting to get a little too much for me to take!

My story might sound a little unworthy of support, but here goes nothing. A few years back when i started high school i started asking more questions about the way i felt and why it was that way, i spent days on my own, just me and my music. I never quite fit in with the "cool' people even though i called them "friends', i was the loner listening to his music in the corner and minding his own business. I never understood why people couldn't just leave me alone like i wanted them to, the would walk by and shove me and pull out my earphones calling me devil worshiper(cause i listen to metal) and calling me gay since i was(and still am) the only virgin in my friend group. i would ignore them and just carry on, never showing my sadness cause i thought i was pathetic for feeling the way i do about something stupid like bullying. This went on, people making me punching bags, literally and emotionally even more. I've been struggling with depression for years at that point and kept thinking there had to be something that triggered it when i was younger, but i could not remember anything that happened in my life before the seventh grade. only in my final year of high school, in a car ride back from my therapist i asked my mom why it was that i can't remember anything from my younger years. i soon as the question left my lips tears ran down my mothers face like i have never seen before, and she answered slowly that as a young child i was very energetic and could never sit still, and my dad hated it. She kept pausing as if she tried to cut the memories out as well, she went on to say the my dad was a very aggressive man(which was why she divorced him when i was in the second grade, so this thing with my dad all happened before the age of eight). She told me about how he abused me physically, threw me across the room cause all i wanted to do was play and he didn't want to, but then the tears got worse and she said "you took the physical stuff, you were a strong kid! the all the emotional abuse he did was with you all the years and i still see it today", so by the time we reached home and we both were in tears i finally knew what had started this low self image i have of myself. Sorry i'm just going to go back a couple of years before this episode with my mom(i get emotional and confused, i apologise). So my mom and dad were divorced most of my life and we saw him only once every two months and my relationship with him was never the best, in tenth grade my dad and i finally grew closer and for a few months we had he best relationship ever. In august of 2010 i got a message from my dad saying he went for tests and he has cancer, and then i started drinking heavily even though only my so called friends knew about it. The 4th of September, seven o'clock in the morning, me hungover at a friends house my mom phones and tells me to come home right away. so i assumed she heard we were drinking, but if it was only that, she took me to the bedroom and told me my dad had passed away, i've never been so broken in my life! Young kids back then proved mr wrong, i was now not just the "gay satanist' as the called me now i was fatherless too! after watching the moving "bully" recently i released that what the kids made me feel, how they made me feel worthless and afraid that i would grow up lonely and withdrawn from the world, was not something only i was feeling or going through! Today i'm a second year Graphic Design student, doing something that makes me happy(to a certain point) and proud to say the cutting has stopped, and i'm controlling my depression better than ever!

My story might be more about a tragic event more than just bullying, but i just wanted to share it and let people know that it is possible to make it through no matter what it is! i have realised there will always be petty people along your life path trying to break you down and stop you from becoming who God made you to be! Do not allow someone else to take the wheel, cause your'e the one who is in control of your future! 

Oh and last thing if you guys have not heard the song by "Our Last Night" called "sunrise" do yourself a favour and check it out, as well as Of Mice & Men's newest album "restoring force" might be a little heavy but the lyrical content has made everyday a tiny bit easier!!

much love and thanks for listening, a weight lifted off my heart.

Kevin Bruwer, South Africa

It started when i was 10 i got bullied by a girl she used to start calling me chicken and if i ever tried to defend myself she pushed me to the ground. When i moved to Banbury it got better but then i started getting picked on because of the music i listened to i never told anyone about it. when i turned 11 i moved to York i started my new school people were so nice to me at first...untill they found out i didn't listen to the same music as them it still goes on now. I get so upset about it i break down i try not to show it at school i cry myself to sleep, i use to self harm but i found a page on Facebook thats really helped me so i don't do it anymore.

My name is Monica and I am 17, though I am not currently being bullied, I used to be and now I have to hear about my 7 year old cousin coming home crying and hurt and because she's being bullied at school and her teacher and principal basicLly said that there was nothing they could do about it. I know how it feels and I know the thoughts and actions that bullying can cause and I dont want her or anyone else to have to go through that.

Hi, my name is Yuri, I'm 15 years old and I'm from Brazil, Rio de Janeiro, 

I watched watched a movie called Bully . This movie touched me in a way I did not expect , the stories made ​​me cry a lot , the stories that touched me most was the story of Kelby , Oklahoma and Alex , Iowa .

 I'll tell you a little of my history , I 've always been chubby , and never had many friends , and this was one reason why the bullies stay ridicule me , they called me fat , idiot, fag , and it made me very down I semprei thought I was the only boy who suffered bullying , but when I saw the movie , it was a great relief to know that I'm not in this fight alone, it was like a miracle . I have two friends who are like my sisters , they helped me a lot , I remember that one of them would say: Never give up , do not let them win, they have no soul , they are not humans . I always wondered why the bullies who ridicule others, I think they want to get into a social group of bullies , but they do not realize that they all have feelings , we all have soul. I want very much to help everyone who suffers or suffered bullying , I also want to say that any help that anyone who has ever suffered Bullying can send an E- mail to me : [email protected] , and I also want to say that all the help that Alex and Kelby may send an E-mail. I loved the story of Kelby and Alex, are an example of overcoming, never give up and Kelby Alex, you are an example of life for me.

Remember, never let the bullies beat us, united we will win everything and everyone, we are invincible, fight your life, give blood. I know how hard it is to others talk you good for nothing, never give up, never.

I'm so sorry for mistakes, I do English course, but do not speak fluent English.

Im brianna im 12 years old i get bullied every day because of my weight or my appearance ive gotten bullied scene 1st grade and im in 7th i try to stand up for my self but it never works so i just ignore them and when i tell the teacher or someone they dont do any thing  sometimes i cry but when i watched this movie it left a mark on me and now i know it can hurt people alot more than i thought it could.

Im brianna im 12 years old i get bullied every day because of my weight or my appearance ive gotten bullied scene 1st grade and im in 7th i try to stand up for my self but it never works so i just ignore them and when i tell the teacher or someone they dont do any thing  

Bullying is something that's been around forever. Too often, people shrug it off as "a part of growing up". But the consequences can be a devastating experience for the recipient. I can when i was like 7ish , there was a girl in my neighborhood that would often be taunted with cruel jokes. As kids, we would all just stand by and laugh. Though seeming harmless at the time, I am embarrassed to admit, I myself, had sometimes been laughing at the expense of that girl. In later years as an early teen, I also had a turn at a bullying experience. Now I felt exactly what it was like to feel hurt, scared and doubting my own self worth. Just like that girl from my neighborhood a few years earlier. Unfortunately,this problem continues to fly under the radar. It effects all races, genders and religions. I love the idea of kids banning together and helping end these problems. This is a harsh but necessary issue that effects us all. As a teen, I urge everyone to talk about the facts. Don't ignore it or be afraid to face it. Reach out and help stop the hate. 

My story starts when I was 7 years old. I was in second grade and there was a new girl in our class and I went and befriended her. She was really nice at first and I thought she was a good friend. But one day class she said, "We should break our arms so we dont have to do any work." But I told her no because I didnt want to get hurt and ruin my softball season. And a couple days later at recess she came up to me and told me she found a way to break our arms and again I told her I didnt want to. She looked at me and said, "If you dont jump off that slide and break your arm I'll kill you." I went home and cried and never siad anything to my parents and this went on for weeks. I started to fall into a depression and soon enough I did it. She was so proud of me like she was a real friend. And soon after she wanted me to break my leg or shed kill my family. And then it was to drink ink and eat a worm and it kept going on and I finally wanted to die. My mom started noticing how depressed I was and stuck my in therapy but I wouldnt talk for weeks. She scared me. When I did talk my mom was crying and my dad was crying so much he had to leave the room. The school wouldnt let us go anywhere near each other and I walked around that school for years afraid she was going to see me and hurt me again. In 6th grade I was bullied again but nothing like that. They just called me names and told me to die. And I started to self harm. In 7th and 8th grade I was hit almost everyday for 2 years. I came home with bruises and cuts and a lot of emotional pain. I wanted to die again. I didnt want to keep going through it day after day. Finally I told my mom and she didnt know what to say. She drove me to school everyday and picked me up everyday for a while until she moved my school. My new school was awful because I was one of the only white people there. When I moved the principle told me itd be that way but I got hit and called names still. It never got better. Now in 9th grade im in therapy and a good friend of mine was bullied to death. I didnt want to hurt so many people the way he did so I went and got help. The bullying never relly stopped but at least im getting help. And I have a good group of friends to support me. But my battle isnt over I just have someone to help me through it.

My name is Brianna jones and i ma 10 years old and this is my story so I have a best friend of 6 years her name is sierrah and one Sunday we went skating at our local ring and we where snaping pictures and you know beain girls and we took pictures and she gave me a kiss on the Cheka and I gave her one to and some how it travel back to school and I was beain called names like gay and a fage and I started to cry beacuse I have never beain called anything like that yea I have beain called fat but this really hurt and I would not tell anyone why I was crying and then when I went to music my music teacher would not leat me leave the room unless I told her what was wrong and I didn't so my best friend did and I wouldn't talk to her cuz I thought she was telling everyone and then the music teacher told my teacher then my teacher told the peak teacher and the peak teacher made everyone to say sorry and I never have a problem but what i learned was to never stay sleint and that us my story........

My story begins in the 4th grade. I have been called so many names because I am 10-15 pounds over weight, I have acne, and I tend to be angry and depressed all the time. I don't like when people have to be rude for them to feel better about themselves. I don't think anybody has the right to do it. If they are bullying they need more help than the people that get bullied. All of the bullying has escalated this year. I am a freshman in highschool. I have been called so many names like whore, hoe, slut, etc. I can't be one if I am a virgin and engaged. I don't know how to deal with the bullies. I have recently had my dad go to prison. Ever since 6th grade I have been cutting. I have frequent suicidal thoughts. I feel like if I was gone I wouldn't have to go through so much pain. I have recently made a promise to my fiance that I will not cut but it is so hard not to. It is my way of controling my own pain.