I am a goth and emo girl and Bisexual and people like to tick me off....

Hi, my name is Alyssa. All through out school I seemed to fit in, but i learned from a very young age to stick up for people who may not always be able to. It wasn't until I got to high school where I experienced bullying for the first time. My friend had said something, and I stuck up for her and thats when the nightmare began. I was bullied everyday for just about anything they could find. I had gum put in my hair, a hate petition wrote and signed by almost the entire school, trash thrown at me, threatening phone calls at 3am threatening to kill me, and people who waited by my locker, outside and sometimes in public places. I felt alone, I finally confined in the school principle and the response I got about the bullying was "Well what did you do to them?". I knew then that it was up to me to fight for what I thought was right. I never retaliated because then they would have won. My exterior was strong like steal, but inside it killed me. It got better after two years of the torment and I was able to graduate. I knew I could help make a change by becoming an educator for young children to try and stop this madness before it gets out of control. Right now I am interning in a first grade classroom where we as a team DO NOT accept bullying. Does it still go on? Yes, but rarely but when it does there are serious consequences. I have become a stronger person from what i have endured and I want everyone to realize that sometimes the brightest things come from the darkest places. Peace & Love. 

      Hi, my name is Kylee(:  I've been bullied ever since I started school.  Kindergarten-to this day.  I've always gone to public schools.  I'll never forget in kindergarten, kids used to beat me up.  The would also make fun of me because I have dyslexia and I struggled with it the most because, I was the only one in my class who had it.  I've always been afraid to ask questions and get help because everyone would get mad at me for holding up the class or Getting help.  Fourth grade is when things really got bad.  My old bestfriend turned her back on me, and told everyone my secrets.  She ended up beating me up and spreading lots of rumors about me.  She'd call me nasty names that I didn't know until sixth grade.  Sixth grade was also a really bad year for me.  New school, bigger school and more people.   I had a lot of friends, I even had my first boyfriend.  We were together for 7 months, and he broke up with me and started dating my old bestfriend.  They'd make up rumors and lies and tell everyone.  I would get made fun of so much, I stopped going to classes, school, and everywhere else.  I was also over weight so I got a bunch of crap about that.  When I went back to school one day, we were in art making clothes and stuff, so we had these really sharp razor things.  I would know because I slit open my finger so easily.  I toke one of the razors and started cutting myself.  It hurt so bad, but felt soooo good at the same time.  I tried committing suicide all through middle school.  I forgot to tell you, I'm in pageants.  I'd get lots of crap for that.  But today, I am a successful model, who has been in a happy and healthy relationship for a year and a half now..  This isn't my full story, theres way more.  But please don't cut or try to commit suicide.  YOUR NOT ALONE.  I'm here, i'm always here do talk when you need me.♥  Stay strong !(:

My name is Björn, for you who can't pronounce that it's all good with saying "Bjorn". I'm from Sweden and i just turned 20 a few months back.

I was bullied from the very first year of school, i was 6 years old at the time. I don't remember at all how it started, it just did. I got bullied because i was different than everybody else, atleast that is what i think was the "problem".

You see, i didn't grow up in the same neighbourhood as everybody else, I lived more or less isolated from the other kids because the public transports was so bad if i wanted to go to their town. All the other kids atleast knew 2-3 from before school started, i guess i didn't fit in in their standards. I come from a family of farmers so that was the life i was living at the time, we had all kinds of animals and therefore duties to take care of both before and after school, wether it was a hot summerday or a freezing winterday we had to do them. And because we were farmers i couldn't really do whatever i wished during the summers even if it was a perfect day to go swimming with kids because we always had stuff to do, harvest, feed the animals, clean after them, mow the grass etc.

Anyway, if you translate my name directly to english it says "bear", the animal. It means the same in Swedish. People thought it was fun telling me that the huntingseason for bears soon was here, that i should watch out not being shot going to school. They told me I was a loser because i'm scared of doing a flip ("somersault" if google is correct with the translation?) because i think I'm gonna break my neck all the time. I also had big feet, another problem according to them, no idea why, they never really told me (i wear size 42, European size).

I also was bigger than any of them, lengthwise and widewise so to speak. I wasn't fat but i wasn't slim either, I was big, as espected by being a farmer. But they thought it was fun trying to wrestle with them, each and every break we had at school they came asking me to fight them and each and everytime i told them i didn't want to. And then they started to call me coward, that i was weaker then they were and that i was scared of them.
So after many times of saying "no" i said "yes", that happened a few times because i got so tired of them asking and that i thought that they maybe would like me better if they'd fight me as they seemed like they'd like that.
Each and everytime i said "yes", I won, they never stood a chance against me. I never hit them though, i always pushed them or wrestled them down because i'm not the person who want to hurt others in any way. They realized they couldn't beat me so they started going at me 2 at a time, then 3 at a time and then 4, suddenly they were 5 kids fighting/wrestling with me at once. All this happened close to a hill, not a very steep one, maybe 45% angle and 15-20 meters before it leveled off.
But they could not make me go down, not even 5 people could do it. The thing was that if i said "no" to a fight they bullied me, if i said "yes" they went crying to the teachers afterwards telling them that i was hitting them and using to much force when we were "playing" so that they got hurt, so then the teacher told me it was my fault. Whatever i did it was wrong, whatever i said i was always wrong.

The fighting stopped when i was about 8 maybe, but everything else kept going. I was picked as one of the last kids in gymnastics everytime, i was not allowed joining a football-game or any other type of activity during breaks because my class didn't want me to, and they always had a reason why i couldn't join in; "you're to strong""you're not fast enough""you can't be careful""we're already full" etc etc.

I found my own way of having fun, i stayed alone in a corner where i wouldn't be bothered by anyone, somewhere where i didn't have to realize how much i was missing out. Somewhere where i had peace and could talk to myself or whatever.

My parents helped me out, they tried talking to the school, teachers and parents of the children but nothing really changed. During 3 years there was one in our class especially that i every morning i woke up in my bed hoped would be sick or that he had died so i didn't have to see him in school, that's how bad it was.

This kept going for a long time, it all stopped when i was 16, and i changed to high-school (gymnasium it's called in sweden) where not any of my old "friends", so i could start fresh.

When i was around 13 and thereabout "my" bulliers bullied other kids too, younger kids and even my younger brother. At that time i couldn't stand it anymore. I'm "fine" if everybody hates me for some reason/s but i will never accept another kid or person being bullied as i was. So when i saw these bulliers bully some random kid i school i went straight there, and i'm not kidding, if somebody had videotaped my face at this moment they would have seen a red fire burning. I was soooo angry... I told them to back off while i moved in between them and this random kid because they would regret if they tried doing anything.
They didn't back off, rather the opposite, they saw it as a challenge i guess. These 4 guys jumped me all at once, all i could do was to take "out" their leader, the guy who always trigged the others so bully people, the same guy i had hoped to die or to be sick when i was 6-8 years old..the same guy. I took my left hand just over one of his knees and the other one in his armpit and lifted him up over my head, i threw him about 1,5-2 meters forward so he hit the ground pretty hard (i was then as tall as i am now, 178cm.), he didn't say anything, but i could see he was scared, he stood up and he left without saying a word. And the other 3 kids just stood there, they had been standing like frozen statues right away when i pick their leader up like he was nothing.

That kind of stopped the worst of the bullying for me, i was still an outcast but people seemed to respect me more. They saw me atleast, and probably they knew better than make me that angry again. After that i always do what i can when i see someone getting bullied, not with physical power, but by standing my and the other persons ground against the bullies telling them to stop doing what they're doing.


There is alot more to say, alot of good and bad stories but this is my time in school when I had a rough time.

Today..well today I love myself for what i am and who I am, everything that has happened and what is happening is making me the one that I am.
Today i feel good, today i'm stronger, because everytime that i get pushed down I push myself right back up again stronger than ever.


/ Björn Rödin, Sweden.
contact: [email protected]

Hi my name Is Javon Rougely. I live in Texas, City Tx. I'm 12 years old. When I got bullied it started in the 5th grade and into my 6th grade year. When I was in 5th grade it started on the bus. Kids would call me gay and fag but I didn't really care then. They called me that cause I would hang around girls all the time. But my friends had my back in 5th grade so I didn't really care. When I went to 6th grade the same friends that I had in 5th grade weren't in my class so that was hard. On the first day of school it started I was called gay all day that day. And you'll think that on the first day of school it would be fun and you'll meet new people and make friends. That didn't happen for me I only had one friend that was my best friend. All threw the first semester was horrible for me. But one day I couldn't take it no more and I just cried in the middle of class. And the kids that were talking about me came up to me and tried to apologize cause they didn't want to get in trouble. And I was crying so I didn't eat lunch I called my mom to pick me up and she did and when I told her about the bullying we turned around and went back to the school and my mom talk to assistant principal. she said she was going to handle it and she never did. So after that it still happened the next day. So one day they pushed my button really far and I went off on them. After that they never talked about me again. So that's how my story ends.

It was the last week of our sophomore year. No on really knew what was going on with her until that week. Sh started expressing her feelings more. She was always a happy young lady. She was only 15. She was being bullied. On the night of May 7th, 2012, a tragic event took place. Tori Nakol Swoape attempted to take her own like because of rude things people were saying to her. Some of those things were "You just need to go f*** yourself! F*** off! You don't deserve to be here anymore!" Another one was " I would rather feed you to the hogs than bury you!!" She found the scarf her mom bought her for her birthday and hung it on the top of her closet door. She hung herself. Her mom tried calling her and calling her. When her mom got home, she stood outside her door and tied calling her approximately 5 more times. she didn't answer. But she knew she was in there. Her bedroom door was lock so she tried banging on it. No answer. When she finally got into the bedroom, there she was. Tori. Just hanging there. Lifeless. Her body was turning a slight gray. Her lips were purple. Lana, Tori's mom, had called an ambulance. she was rushed to Riley Hospital for Children, where she was put on life support. The doctors and nurses did EVERYTHING in their power to bring this young teen back to life. They did all they could do. May 8th, 2012. 5:10 in the evening. This young lady completely lost her life due to Bullycide. Ever since this tragic day, I have done everything in my power to end bullying in our generation. It's time to take a stand and make a difference.

My name is Sam and when I was in 7th grade I came out as a lesbian. And everyone would laugh at me and call me Samuel But I got use to the name calling and stuff but in 8th grade everything got worse and I was beat up daily.  One time my teacher  grabbed the desk I was sitting at and flipped it over on me. I had to eat lunch with the principal because girls were saying they were going to bash my head off the bathroom sink. during the summer I was cyber bullied And so i started cutting an became very suicidal. We had to move to New York, but now I'm at a really great school that has a LGBT club and everyone is very excepting I couldn't ask for better friends or family. I'm happy I hung on to the things get brighter. 

Take A Stand

By Izanae Holley

You broke her down her kingdom listened to her scream and shout

You surrounded her with no where out

You trapped her in fear

Laughed at her every tear

You pushed her to the ground

While she was down

She was lonely no one around

You would call her a name

Left a scar of shame

You’re to blame

You left her with no where to hide

Stripped her of her last piece of pride

With no one by her side

Her heart thrown by your evil prank

You chained her threw her in the sea and watched her sank

Took away her Beliefs, Dreams, Happiness, Hope

She needed your help to climb on her feet you just burned to rope

You made her life hell

She felt imprisoned like a jail cell

You made sure she fell

You suffocated her in mud

You didn’t stop till she seen blood

You watched shocked as a tear fell from your eye

You couldn’t believe it as you watched her die

You wished it was a lie

As you cry

Her free soul slips out of her body into to the sparkling sky    

You couldn’t believe the sight

It gave you a fright

You wanted to make it right

You felt anger towards yourself pure hate

You wanted to hug her, say sorry, and beg her for her forgiveness

But it’s much too late

You finally opened your eyes to see what you did was wrong

Now that innocent girl is gone

And your happiness followed along

R.I.P to all who left this earth because of bullying

To all who are bullied you’re strong, amazing, and powerful in so many ways. Keep your head held high; remember the limit is beyond the sky!!!

My son, Jacob, was bullied from 6th grade through 8th grade. He has a learning disability.  We as a family tried to stop this other child from harming Jacob. We tried communication with the school and it didn't stop. Unfortunate, Jacob had enough and stood up to this other child. We taught Jacob to do what ever it takes to get away from a  harmful situation. After Jacob stood up to this other individual, the bully stop harming him. He didn't get have any consequences from the school. It was upsetting that Jacob had to put his hands on another individual. He continues to stand up for others. We are proud of him that it didn't change him. He continues to grow strong.