You’re walking down a hallway. Your arms cradle your school books for the year. You are looking at the floor watching your feet slowly shuffle against the floor. Left foot, right foot, left foot. You don’t look up because you don’t want the other kids to see the flaming fear in your eyes. You don’t want them to see your trembling terror throughout your body. You go home balling your eyes out, wishing that God’s plan for u will come to end before the next day of bully filled halls. The devil on your left shoulder whispers things in your ears, “Hey, kid. You don’t want to deal with this hell anymore. Just go ahead, grab that rope. Go do it now.” God on your right shoulder slowly fades away into the non-visible oxygen. Then snap, your dead.

Unfortunately, this situation has happened to too many students. One second, everything is perfect and they're happy with life. Second two, bullies influence them. Second three, they die. Second four.... Well... There is no more seconds. I hate, yes... HATE how kids and even adults can influence someone to do this!

I have red hair and freckles. First thing that might pop into your head "oh hey! It's a ginger! Lets pick on her!" Also, I guess you could say I am "emo". In 6th grade was when I first started cutting myself. It was just my wrists. Now, after 8th grade going into 9th... I have cut my face because I don't like my looks, I have cut my wrists to hope I would bleed to death, and I have cut my legs because I don't want to stand anymore.

On my 14th birthday... I stayed up the night before so my friends (which I only have 2 extremely close friends) could text me saying "happy birthday!" But at midnight... I got a text saying "Hey Ashley, congrats on actually staying alive to being 14 years old. Even though no one would want you to last that long." Honestly... Even right now... I cant explain how it felt reading it... So ill leave it at, just even TRY imagining how it feels to be hit by a train, then dying. I guess that's how it feels. After 8th grade.. I guess things started to get better. Not really because I finally stood up to the kids. (because I didn't) things started getting better because I cant feel anything but sadness now.. If I see a puppy... I think "its so precious... Anyone could just simply push it down stairs."

The only.... The only single time a feel as if I have strength.. Is when I remember this message: "When Life gives you a thousand reasons to cry, show Life you have a MILLION reasons to smile."

Hi, my name is Rachel and I'm only 13 years old. I'm from a very small city in Ohio. Every since kindergarten I remember people making fun of me because of my last name, my weight, and how different I am. I would come home and would go straight to my bedroom and cry. 

Then things started to get better around 4th grade, only because a girl named Kay took me in as a friend, she thought I was just like everyone else, everyone wanted to be friends with Kay so the fact that she choice me as a bestfriend made everyone start to like me. Then 5th grade rolled around and me and Kay had no classes together, I had gotten glasses over the summer, I never wore anything but sweats and my hair in a giant bun. Once again I was alone.. Kay soon found a new bestfriend. She punched me one day for talking. Then when I tried to tell on her she told the principal it was my fault. I got in trouble and wasn't aloud to go near her or Kay ever again. 

6th grade came around, Kay had moved. This year was different. I started to wear my hair down and straight with cute clothes. People started to notice me. It was such a weird feeling, everyone wanted to talk to me, and sit with me at lunch and in class, boys liked me and girls wanted to hang out with me outside of school! Soon people were calling me the popular girl! Then that summer came, I started to get scared of all the attention. It was so much pressure for a girl who use to be a nobody. Yeah yeah, it sounds great! But it wasn't...everyone wanted me to be perfect, and i couldn't! So I stayed home, I didn't eat, and I started to cut. The same girl that punched me in 5th grade told me to kill myself, she said that I was dirt under everyone's feet, that I was worthless and no one would miss me. 

In 7th grade we moved over to the middle school where we merged with another Elm. school. The cutting got worse, and a teacher sent me to the councilor. Soon the whole school knew about it. I coudn't walk down the hallway without someone yelling "EMO" or "ATTENTION WHORE" and stuff like that. But gladly that all dyed down. But soon after that people started calling me fake, wanna be barbie, bitch, whore, slut, and plastic. I was diagnosed with social anxiety, depression, and BDD. 

And now we're to the present, summer before 8th grade. I joined this website called ask.fm. People can get on and ask you questions anonymously or with their username. I started to get hate on there too. People telling me to kill myself, and just saying awful things. I met this guy in 7th grade, he cheated on me twice. After the first time I too him back, but then all my friends left me. Me and that guy were at a festival and I walked inside to go to the restroom and when i came back out I got ink and trash thrown at me while people cussed me out and yelled about how I'm trash, the people doing it use to be my best friends. I went home and relapsed that night. School starts in 2 weeks, I have no one. Im scared

hi, i'm tulisa i am seventeen and i am from turkey.  i’m recovering  from major depressive disorder (MDD), dysthymia, anxiety, and self-harm.I was bullied. Many times. people around me, they are all like programmed to break my heart. They don’t know that I lost my sense of humour, cause i’m so insecure. People tell lies about me. People made jokes about my cuts & insecurities. Also, all boys came into my life, made me feel insecure at some point. They called me ugly, slut, bitch, hoe, shorty, idiot, dumb, useless, selfish, attention-seeker, boy-addicted and more. I’ve been called lots of names. I’ve been cyberbullied a lot of times too. In fact, it’s just so sad that even my friends made jokes about my cuts and they break my heart. They blamed me for being selfish and careless i hated it but it didn’t change anything. They still call me like this.I had only two realitionships. One of it the boy broke up with me for another pretty, beautiful, sexy and charming girl. He treated me like our realitionship was nothing. The other one called me boy-addicted and slut after our break-up. Other boys, my old crushes didn’t like me back. One of them learnt my scars, story and stuff. He promised but he left too. before I forget, I’ve learned that no one can say anything to make something better. We just have to make things better ourselves. and I don’t deserve to be walked over, I don’t deserve to be controlled by people, and I shouldn’t give a shit what people think of me. because at the end of the day it’s my world that I’m living in, not theirs. I deserve to live in my world how I want to.

you are not alone. just know that.

When I was in elementary school, I loved horses. My obsession with horses was the number one subject to constant mockery at my school. I didn't care because the biggest bully I ever dealt with, lived under the same roof as me. I stood up to him (my stepfather) and I told him he could never bring me down, and he did. Because of him I attempted suicide at just 7 years old. After he left, that is when my healing began. But for my mom, her downhill decent into a slow and painful emotional death began. She died because my stepfather was a bully. He would call her and tell her things he knew would absolutely devastate her on purpose. I apologize if I am rambling, but bullying isn't just a school thing. It happens at home as well. I encourage every person who lives with a mentally abusive housemate to stand up for themselves. Also, do NOT be afraid to seek help. Sometimes, we need others to say what we can't. I hope this helps at least one person out there...if anyone is listening. Thank you

im 15 years old from Bellingham Washington. My story started the summer after 8th grade. I was on a downhill slope caused my family situation. I had gotten in to drugs and stealing. Got arrested during my 8th grade year which made many people be quick to judge who I was. That summer I was taken in my low spot and lost my virginity to a older guy who told me to fuck off after. My self confidence went to a all time low. Feeling used and he told all his high school friends. People started to abuse me online. Calling me a slut and a whore. None of which I even knew. I soon became homeless with my mom so the stress was crazy dealing with my mom who was falling apart, my two year old sister, and the consent pain people put me though. It missed the 1st days of high school due to kidney infection I got from the stress. When I finally said start I missed more school due to panic attacks I would have during school. I couldn't take to consent dirty looks and name calling when I was just trying to fit in. I spent most of the 1st half of the year crying in the office and sleeping my days away at home. I would take excessive amounts meds to make myself sleep the world away. My mom and her friend didn't like what they were seeing had a talk with me. It ended in screaming and tears. Later that night I tried to kill myself. But I got scared and told my mom I had tried to OD. We went to the ER and was in and out of the physic ward for the next couple weeks I was finally imputed into a mental hospital 6 hours away from home. I like it say it was the worst ten days of my life. But I wouldn't be here without there help. I left there with a clearer mind. Things werent close to great but they gave me help. And I was able to face my bully's and get things off my chest

When I was in high school I was always bullied, it didn't matter who from, it could have been the student body or sometimes even the teachers. I was never happy to go to school. There were many days where I wanted to stay home. Till one day I found the courage to stand up, then it seemed after that there where the good and bad days. I was still bullied but to the bad points. I am writing my story to let others know to take a stand, use your voice that you are strong enough to do it. Don't stop just because it seems hard. You're voice is a one in a millon times stronger than you know. Bullying isn't right, and it needs to be stopped. I believe that together we can end this. 

I m a victim of some of the bullying going on in our school. There's one girl who only wants attention and by getting that attention she will try to be your best friend. By the time she's your best friend she will know things about you and use them against you. For example who you like, secret you didn't want anyone to know about. By the time she knew thus stuff, she'd use it against you and remake a story abouit by saying her side of the story. she'd cry and make all of your friends turn on you. I have experienced this myself now I've stood up for myself. Me and my friends try to ignore her as she passes by in the halls and in front of everyone we stood up(my friends have experienced the same thing) . Because of the movie bully we r so confident that we can change r whole school to be bully free. This girl has done other things too which r more personal...telling people who they can be friends with and calling people really mean words which I don't feel comfortable writing.

My daughter intervenes between to peers. Stop anther girl from bullying someone else. Since then my daughter became her tragic. All year long I get from the school staff is (we have taken care of it and reported It.) well taken care of what and reported to who? That is my question. I have written emails to staff, school broad, government officials. There are laws but NO ENFORCEMENT MECHANISM FOR THE NEW LAW. SO THE school pushed it under the rug and blew it off. Since the school district wouldn't be accountable for it. For me now I am still on my mission to stop bullying and get the enforcement mechanism passed. The school district didn't follow the prevention policy at all. No confidentiality, documentation, safety measures and much more.

Yes, I have been bullied in the 7th grade. Well, I guess since I'm the ONLY black and porterican at my school, and have a more than the full black girls at my school and their jealous. Well thats what my mom told me. They used to call fat,ugly, etc.But, it stopped when I did the dummiest thing to solve my bullying problem. I fought, it wasn't with a girl. i was with some little wannabe gangster boy that was trying be all cool in front of his friends . So the usual thing was said that I've heard before in mostly BOY fights I get into which is "Oh, I'll drop your fat a**, you ugly b****. After that I got 3 days suspension before hitting him first and of course I won. He's like a toothpick next to me duh. Well after that NO ONE messed with me, and stopped talking to me because I was idetention school detention center every other day but my closer friends ALWAYS talked to me no matter what. So yeah. But fighting is NEVER THE ANSWER NOW LOOK WHERE IM AT NOW? I failed for the first ever the 7th grade for missing school