Growing up, I was constantly reminded that I was lucky.  I had a nice home.  I had loving parents who were firm, but open-minded and raised me to be a decent person.  I had hot food every night when I came home and I was getting an education that most don't.  I was smart.  I had clean clothes and my own room.  I was happy.  I was SUPPOSED to be happy.  I had nothing to complain about. 

But I was never happy.

It started when I was a little kid, about first grade or so.  I was the weirdo.  I was that strange little girl who never played during recess.  Instead all I wanted to do was read a nice book.  I finished my assignments as quickly as I could so that I could read.  I liked barbie, yet my favorite songs were Metallica, since my dad always allowed me to listen to his CD's.  I was a girl, yet I liked "boy things" like rock bands and tv shows like Beast Wars.  So I was picked on.  I had things stolen and I was pushed around.  I was so shy, I never spoke up until I got a black eye.  The kid was punished, but it never stopped.

Fast forward to middle school.  It got worse.  Like any teenager I was awkward.  I quickly noticed that I was different from most people.  I didn't fit into any click or group that was spelled out from the beginning.  Then came the physical violence, more theft, name calling that had me in tears.  I was pushed down stairs, into lockers, had my hair yanked, some while in sight of a teacher who merely turned their backs.  I tried to force myself into what they wanted me to be, to "fit in" so that the hurt and pain would just stop, only to suffer the pain of humiliation, the agony of being forced into a persona that is not me.  The times I tried to reach out were met with apathy.  I should be like everyone else, that was what they told me.  I should be more sympathetic to my bullies.  I'm lucky.  I don't get to be miserable.  I'm not ALLOWED.  My breakdowns were treated as though I was simply crying out for attention.

I was.  I wanted SOMEONE to see the utter PAIN I was in.  But I'm not allowed to be sad.  So I need to be happy.  Put on that smile.  Things could be worse.  Be happy that you're so lucky.  Right? 

High school.  Second verse, same as the first.  Nothing changes.  More of the same, more of the pain.  I plaster on this person that isn't me.  I staple her over my real self to make life easier.  Everyday was agony.  I was forgotten and pushed aside because I wasn't important enough to be heard.  I wasn't really suffering.  I wasn't really being bullied.  Everyone got crap.  I wasn't special.  The only time action was taken was when I was nearly raped by a fellow student, after he sent me numerous letters where he threatened to do just that.  Of course, nothing was done until he almost tried.  I had the letters but they meant nothing.  I meant nothing.  They took action because my parents found out and threatened to sue the school for what they had allowed to happen. 

My "friends" never understood me.  They bought into the persona I had stapled to myself.  I'm older now, and still suffering the results of those terrible years.  I've grown stronger though in myself and for that I am grateful, but I still feel the scars everyday, physical and mental.

I was never bullied much when I was little, but as my brother gets older, I can see that the world is changing.  He comes home covered in bruises, scratches, spit, and other things.  Those are just from the bus ride home. I can't imagine what it must be like for him in the hallways.  He gets called names, and has little to no friends because he's "weird".

Watching BULLY has made me wonder what really goes through his mind. I don't want to lose my brother.  I won't stand by idly while this happens to him.  I have to stop this. For him.

It started when i was 7, i was different i enjoyed playing outside and climbing trees while other did play dress up, i was called fat worthless, ugly. Art age 7 i did get depresserd. Long story for short in 12 i did get anorexia, i started to be what others told me and i started selfharming. Now i am 18 all that bulluying still hurts so much, i have been in hopital treatment two times. I am healing. I have founded myself i have stopped self harming. But theres still things going on my bff died in january that caused me to try suicide i did speak up in time before i died. I have lost 10 people in " year. I have helped others people to stand up. I was bullied 11 years all that time i was alone everyone avoided me like i was something bad. I hated that. I tried suicide 10 times. Until one day i was cutting in dorm house. I walked on the bridge and as i was ready to jump someone grabbed me. He did make me listen one song and promised to help me. That he did. IHe did teach me to be myself infront of others. He didnt mind i was depressed anorexic who selfharmed. he became my big brother. When i did get out of hospital his parents called to me. He was founded dead. That did broke me and next day i did found out that my bf cheated on me while i was in hospital. Then i got news my mom would have to go to heart surgery. After this everyone did say its oeky but i have to act normal continue school. I did drown myself to school work. only way to let the pain out was trought cutting other way i was happy girl who was good student and inside i was dying. I didnt have friends at this point so i couldnt talk to anyone. Then one day i snapped i cutted too deep on my anckle.  Teacher rushed me to hospital it was night.  I realized i need help again. I did go to treatment this time for self harming and depression. And i did reveal my secret to my nurse. You should know that in treatment everyone has that one or two own nurse that will mainly take care of you. I told them i was molested by my own relative at age 7. Only those two knows plus my fiancee and now readers in here.  They helped me to get over it. Oh and boyfriend i mentioned earlier i did broke up with him. They told me to join in one group on fb. It was BVB group, in there i did met one guy who is now my fiancee. I am healing but battle with anorexia is tiring.  Now i want to help others so they dont have to suffer.

It started since Kindergarden i was a shy child and i had a few friends but there was always a bully to pick on me and made me cry and back then i didn't tell anyone , i didn't know. Then i stared Primary (elementary) school and i didn't have a lot of friends and i was again always picked on because i was quiet and shy .Afterwards i transferred to another school and it got better.But now i am in Secondary ( High) School and in the first few years i thought it was good and ok but now in the third year i am being picked by the the guys . And the girls that i thought were "my friends" turned out to be liars and the always talk behind my back and in anything i try to speak up to get people to notice me i am always not seen or heard or anything like that and sometimes i cry myself to sleep again because i thought no one cared not even my family as i am not close to my parents and siblings . They also always don't understand me and they never listen that why i always feel sad it is because i feel like no one is listening to me ignoring me not caring . Like they don't care how i feel when they bully me though it is not as intense as the bullies in america but it still hurts to feel like no one cares and the only friend that understands me that i trust is at the other side of the world and i feel it makes me feel a lot worst that i cant meet her and i have no one to hug and help me in this time of need ... but is it getting better as i stand up for me self and telling me teachers i am still frquently emo but i am now much more happy and i am not annoyed by up beat happy songs ( i am a music person in which the songs reflect how i always really feel ) . so yeah 

so it all started in kindergarten when i got my glasses... my mom had picked them out for me so they were kindof dorky... i was called a nerd and a teachers pet because i was put into next level classes all through elementary school because i was smarter than the others and had strait A's... at firs i didnt mind because i was kindof a loner... i never have had many friends... so i got called names and then when i got into sixth grade i switched schools... noboy really talked or bullied me  i had just turned twelve... i had my cousin to talk to and i was fine... i finally thought things were going to get better... they didnt... when seventh grade rolled around my mom had posted a picture on facebook with cake on my face because my little sister shoved it in my face... thats when i started getting bullied about my weight... even though at the time i was only 100 lbs... the bullying never stopped... i still never had many friends... i only really had one who i talked to... other than that i talked to my cousin who went to school with me... i got a text from a girl in my school who was probably popular... she texted me saying, "your fat and ugly... you are just a 1,000 lb nerd who needs to kill themselves... " after that i broke down in tears and i started to selfharm... once that started i got pretty good at hiding it up until one day i lost my only hoodie... at this time i didnt have many bracelets and i didnt have any make-up to cover them... after that day i was called an attention seeker... i had an mp3 player that was my only music source at the time... somebody had stolen it from my back pocket and i was left without music... after school on the buss i wasnt thinking strait... i was going crazy because music is the only thing that keeps me sane... i took out my phone (my phone was a ghetto phone so it didnt play music) and i called the principal... i told her to find who stole my mp3 player and threatened her not even meaning for it to be a threat... i said dont be surprised to see something coming at you... she thought i meant guns and violence... i meant my dad coming and yelling at her... the next day i got called into the principals office... unknowing of what i was bieng called in there for i was pushed against a wall and searched without my will bieng heard... i had nothing on me and they ran to check my locker... i was shoved down on the ground by the principal... thats when the teachers started to bully me... they had the school on a lockdown mode type thing all day... not because my threat but because we were next on a blacklist for school shootings on that day... the night before, i had posted on facebook that if anybody was to come and shootout the school i would defend people... i used that as my defense against the principal... she nodded her head and gave me a lecture of how i would be forced to let the teachers defend and make me watch helpless... i never have told anybody this but she actually hit me when i talked back to her... she called my mom and i was scratching and biting myself as a way to relieve anger and sadness... she told me to stop acting like a kid... when the office paged the principal she forced me to sit on a chair so that she could be proven innocent against making me sit on the ground... my mom came in and shoved me over... i started sobbing and she told me to shutup and stop crying... i silently wimpered and did as i was told... she told my mom what happened and that i would be suspended for 5 days... i started arguing and when my mom told me to stop i didnt stop... they eventually made a deal to me that i can be suspended two days but have to go see a school based therapist for the rest of the year... i hated that deal but this time when i argued she had me removed and put into the back room... when i got home i was confronted about my self harming and my razor was taken away... i stopped for a few days but then the kids kept on bullying me... but this time it was worse... nobody would talk to me and i was beat up constantly.. eventually i developed an eating dissorder and i started to starve... i went to the doctor and they said i weighed 110 lbs for 12 years old... i thought that was huge and started to restrict even more... by the end of the year i was sent hate messages so bad that i tried to end it all... i failed... when my 13th birthday came around i weighed 100 lbs again and i couldnt loose anymore because the rest of it is muscle mass... over the summer i have not talked to anybody... my mom has to force me to socialize and i stay most if not all the day listening to black veil brides and blood on the dance floor... both bands have saved my life... my point is that my life is horrible and i am now a complete trouble maker rebel, that it will get better later on... music gets me through the day and even though it may seem like life may never get better trust me it will... but until then blast some music and forget about problems... im still waiting for my life to get better but i am hoping that once highschool comes around i will... now that i am going into 8th grade i am trying to recover by myself with bands standing by my side at all times... stay strong and never give in...<3

Ever since about third grade I've been picked on about my weight. I try and shake it off but to no avail. And it's not even random people anymore. It's friends, friends who mean well. But don't actually get what they're saying. I'm even nervous to walk into the mall fearing that someone is gonna turn to their friends and start laughing about me. Sometimes I wish it was easier to gain self-confidence. 

I was maybe in like grade 2 when I started to get bullied but it wasn't much but over the years it got worse. I had girls telling me that I'm a freak because I don't live with my mother and father. then I have other girls telling me that no one loves me because of my parents. the truth is my mother isn't mentally able to take care of me. |And my dad well he choose his drugs and alcohol over his own daughter. but it got so bad that I told everyone to leave me alone but they didn't. So one day I was sitting in the bathroom stall at school and I had blood dripping from my arm I had cut my arm and well I didn't stop till this girl walked in and she took the knife from me and held me well I cried. but before all that grade 7 I started cutting and it was because I had voices saying it was for the best. I was cutting my arms and legs till grade 9. That girl is my best friend now and I have been a year with out cutting myself and that's because she told me that they aren't real and now I'm happier then ever. Yes there will always be bulling but it will get easier

It happened a lot but went away. I use to get bullied for my weight and how different I was. Once I reached middle school in the 7th grade. That's when I experienced the real part of bullying. I was bullied for how I dressed, the music I listened to, my voice, my weight, how I acted. I use to be called "emo" or "Attention grabber girl". It hurt a lot. I mean being called names is the worst thing. I remember I was in lunch and this girl came up to me yelling, calling me rude names, then eventually told me to kill myself. Before that happened. I use to self harm. It got worse after the girl told me that. It followed me till now. I'm entering high school and people here are pretty rude. 

What I wanna say here. For the kids going through middle school or anything is just, stay strong. Always stay strong. Find something that makes you happy. I listen to my music which is alone the lines to the new post-core rock and it makes me feel better. I draw. I write songs. I'm actually a drummer and it helps a lot. If you fall just get back up. 
Listen here. Don't self harm. Life gets better. Trust me. It really does. Never give up. Smile. Never forget to smile. Don't forget that there is someone who cares. Darling, You'll be okay. (= <3

it all started about 8 years ago when i was in 5th grade. i was a normal kid, i had friends. but i had an unusual problem when i had to go to the bathroom. it was a medical problem. we talked to my teacher saying i had this issue and i had to go when i had to. it started with her, my teacher. she would poke and make fun of me in front of the whole class. she would deny me the ability to go to the bathroom. i eventually had to have surgery on it but through that time she would bully me, the adult that is supposed to be against it, she started it all. then the students started to see that it was "ok" to pick on me. then i started to lose those friends i had, people didnt want to hang out with the weird kid. we tried everything to get them to stop, talked to the teacher, talked to the principle, nothing helped. it took going higher up than the principle to get any hep, they couldnt fire her because she was tenured, so they told her she had to step down from teacher to a school librarian. it was hurtful, but not the worst of it. they only called names and made fun of me in the 5th grade. once i got into middle school, then things escalated from there. from then on i couldnt even go walking around my neighborhood without someone coming after me. i was in fights all the time, felt like everyday actually. i stood up for myself, i always did. but that old saying stick up for yourself and they will stop...not always works. what happened to me was it got worse. i would be on the bus by myself in my seat, then kids my age and older kids would start hitting me, smacking things out of my hand, i would tell them to stop and they wouldnt. the bus driver even saw this and i looked at him and he only laughed at me. i moved a seat once because i was tired of them and the bus driver yelled at me! when other kids are standing up and in the hall. no he yells only at me. then i knew he wouldnt help at all, it took me standing up when the bus is moving and yelling at the kids for the bus driver to finally help me. at school i would always be either in a fight, or someone antagonizing, or someone pushing me or hitting me. i couldnt go a single day without it, it got to the point where i didnt even want to go to school anymore, i would pretend i was sick just because i didnt want to go. in 7th grade is when it got to its worse. one of me few "friends" had a fight with me and then his mother came to my house sitting in her car and yelling through my front door to my disabled mother to come out and face her. who does that? threatens a disabled person. some cold person does. then my dad came out and stood at the window and tried talking to her and his arm was on her car while talking and she hit the gas almost taking my dads arm out with it. and again i lost another "friend". also i would go pick up my little sister from school, she was only 8-9 years old at the time, and while im waiting at the school, the bullies would come just to pick another fight with me, they hunted me down. i would have fights on a different schools property while having to pick up my sister. and if it wasnt that then it was when im walking home with her and they would follow us home, call me names, and throw rocks at me and my sister. thats about when i snapped. you dont threaten my family. after that he got more people to be with him when he instigates me. the final straw with everything was when i saw them walk by my grandparents motor home and they vandalized it with grafitti. i hunted them down but before i did that i told my sister to tell my mom ill be right back. they ran away because they knew they were caught. and as im face to face with three of them, about ready to have another fight, my big brother pulls up to the side and gets out and starts chewing these kids out, and i found the spray paint can they used, they tossed it out so they wouldnt get caught. we pressed charges and they had to write a letter to my grandparents apologizing. that was the final straw. my family said its time to move. they pulled me out of school, and was looking for a house that next day. i moved around the beginning of 8th grade, i walked into my new school and my first class and two people immediately welcomed me over, that made me feel amazing, i actually felt like everything is gonna be ok now. my advice to everyone is dont ever give up, when you are down at your worst and you feel nothing is gonna happen, it will get better. i am now going into my senior year in highschool without a single bully problem. it gets easier believe me. do not give up hope.

The bullying for me started in the second grade when we moved to a different side of town.  I was plucked from my friends and everything I knew to be constant and stable.  About that time I had been diagnosed with an eye condition that caused me to have to wear a patch over my right eye to strengthen my left eye.  I also had to wear glasses and they were not pretty looking either.  I was soon starting to get called three eyes and one eye.  I was rather small for my age and was picked on as well as punched and called names.  I was almost always last to get picked in PE as well as by groups in the class for class projects.  One year on my birthday two of the girls in my class told me they could not come to my party because they had to stay home and watch Saturday morning cartoons.  The teasing and bullying only got worse as I went through the various grades of elementary school.  In 5th grade I was bullied by my teacher in front of the whole class.  I had one of those locker back packs and kept it next to my desk like everyone else kept their back packs.  My teacher decided that she was going to kick it across the room.  I never brought that back pack to school again.  In middle school life got worse for me, I had no friends except for a few of the teachers.  I got into several fights that caused me to get out of school suspension and in school suspension.  About this time I retreated into my own world because that is where I knew I would be the safest.  I could not tell my parents for fear of them being ashamed of me for not standing up for myself.  My parents approval was a big part of my life.  Around seventh grade I would have people coming up to me calling me the girl with "AIDS" or the girl that is "gay".  In seventh grade I had no idea what AIDS or gay was, but I knew it wasn't good.  I grew up southern Baptist and being gay is considered a deadly sin and you would go to hell for it.  At that point I was not interested in boys or girls for the shear fact that everyone scared me.  I started coming out of my shell at the end of high school where I was continually bullied but mostly hid in my mother's office for lunch since I had no one to sit with at lunch.  I made it to college and found some friends that I could connect with.  Life after college has been pretty good except for one of the jobs that I had where the manager was a bully and constantly picked on me.  I went to HR about it and was threatened to be fired.  It was a miserable 3 years at that job.  I have finally found a job that is awesome.  Looking back I missed out on a lot of good things due to being bullied and letting them win.  I realize now that it is my job to stand up for those that can't.  Everyone deserves a chance to live the life they were given.  No life should be cut short due to being bullied so badly that there is no other way out.  "The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing" - Edmund Burke