I never got bullied myself, but I stood up for my little sister and any of my friends that were bullied by idiots. I know violence isn't the way to solve things...but sometimes it's the only way with crap talking ignorant kids. I only had to stand up for myself once and never had to again. But I will hold my ground and do whatever I have to to protect the ones I love<3 and anyone that doesnt deserve it!

Starting in fifth grade, I was bullied daily. Being called fatty and ugly were just the beginning. Then words aged on, new words were invented and many of them were used to describe me almost everyday in middle school. Mostly in 8th grade, in choir class where all the snotty girls and boys that are just in the class to socialize and not take anything seriously. After the first quarter of 8th grade, I had enough! I went to my counselor and told I want to make a difference in this school. She told me that I can create a special group filled with my peers that have also been bullied just like me. So the following week, I kept my eye out and took aside everyone that I thought could really use my advice that I had to give on how to handle these bad situations. I ended up with 10 kids. All had cut themselves. I am now out of school and I know and have been told that I helped my peers so much. I have been inspired to become a Guidance Counselor. STOP BULLYING!!!! 

Two years ago I dropped out of high school, I,along with others I'd see everyday,would be pushed around, talked about and teased like we were  nothing but wastes of air Like those people felt the need to do what they did to is everyday. They way  people treat others everyday..it's unacceptable and just so wrong. While I was in school I felt suffocated, alone, and lost. I knew I something had to be done. After seeing the film "bully" made me realize MUCH more that anyone can take a stand and make a change. You don't have to be a famous name or a well known person in the works so change the world.. it can be anyone cause we are all somebody. 

people call me mean , ugliy  and stopid and we can stop that.

People used to call me fat, stupid, ugly, and mean. I stood up and told the teacher and then it stopped. I am proud.  

While growing up my mother abused me daily. Both physical and mental, I could come home with good grades and get beat. So just think what happened with bad ones. Everyday she told me I would never be loved, I could never be anyone important. That I will only grow up to be a worthless bum. The came school, I was over weight and my mother never got me new cloths. All the kids made fun of me, for years I went to school and was picked on, then went home and was beaten and abused more. I myself attempted suicide seven times over the years. The fact that I was not safe at home or school turned me to drugs. I used and abused them for years. Four years ago I tried to kill myself, it worked. I blacked out after throwing up blood and urinating it. The next thing i can remember was waking up to the doctor "clear..... He's back, we have a pulse" I looked over and seen my little brother face and it destroyed me. At that point I knew if i would not live for myself I had to stay here for him. Over the past two years I got clean of all drugs. Finished high school, and enrolled into college. Tell him I love him everyday and let him know no matter how bad mom gets I am here. Thank God!!! Life is not easy, it did not help with a mother like that. But I fought and am here for a reason. I have an amazing family now. Half not even blood, I have a beautiful girlfriend with a little girl on the way. Then my little brother came to me and told me he was being bullied in school. Because I am not his father I cannot talk to anyone in the school about this. I knew I had to try and do something. So I started a support page on facebook 'Stop Hate and Spread Love' I fought for my life so my brother can see there are reasons to live. But now I can't even do anything but listen and say it will get better. We need to stop this before we lose more kids to bullying then any other death out there. 

My bullying started in 6th grade. My parents were going through a divorce

for the past year, and my mom had no education or job when my dad left. We lost our home and had to move into government housing. When 6th grade started, I had spent the summer suffering from trichotillomania (obsession with pulling out hair). I didn't look right, suffered from constant anxiety attacks and constantly broke out in hives due to stress, and didn't have a single friend in the world. 

A boy dated me as a joke. A mean new girl started tormenting myself and my siblings for being poor. When we transferred schools for 7th grade, things got worse. People spread rumours that my mom was an alcoholic and abused me, and I stopped eating due to stress. This continued through 8th grade as well. My first day of high school, although I did have some new clothes, I wore old clothes to school because I had been threatened to be beaten up if I attended school. I went and was safe one day, and then got basketballs thrown at me in phys Ed. I failed half my year and my mom switched me schools. I had to attend summer school, and 3 girls there bullied me as well and burned my neck with a cigarette on my lunch break. I was not accepted the next year either, now being in a new city, not growing up with the local kids. I was threatened physically and verbally. Girls at school ganged up on my and tried to beat me with books, yard sticks, pieces of wood, bats, and other items. I was pulled out of school by April of grade 11 because I wasn't going to pass my year and was put on medication to try and combat the depression I was dealing with from school. 

At home from 8th grade on, I was also dealing with my moms drug addicted and alcoholic boyfriend (whom got help and is now who I call dad - he's actually amazing and a huge part of my life!) 

Im 12th grade I started dating a guy I had known through some nicer people over the years (from other schools). He ended up being a heavy drug user, was physically, mentally and emotionally abusive to me, distanced me from my family and any one else, and kept me hurt and quiet for too long. I was working as a volunteer in an elementary school, and without those teachers and staff, I don't think I would be alive today. They have no idea how much they saved my life.

When I finally got away from him, I was almost 20. I moved in with my grandparents and straightened out my life. 

Im now 25, have the most incredibly supportive fiancé ever, a beautiful 2 year old daughter and another little one on the way. I AM HAPPY! 

My message is to just hold on, and never be scared to ask for help!!! It's never too late! 

I never fit in as a kid. I was awkward and funny looking. I was the first kid to have divorced parents and was teased because I "had no father." Ah rejection hurt.

I am of mixed race so I was called the N word alot. I was bullied because I wasn't black enough or white enough. I wanted to change my face. I was chased everyday from school. My lunch was stolen so I stopped eating.

To be cool, I drank vodka on the school bus and I was admired until I drank so much, I almost died. Another reason to be an outcast.

My biggest secret...that I was gay.  All I felt was shame.

Today, I work in mental health and I am an amatuer model. I am helping people so that they can overcome the feelings of no self worth that I had too. I wish the bullys could be helped too. It has to stop.

I remember the day in the fifth grade where I told a teacher "I want to kill myself". She grabbed me by the hand and dragged me to the principal's office, as if I had done something horribly wrong. All I knew at that age was that no one cared about me.

I got to that point from various assults from cruel children. The one I remember most was when I was shoved into a bathroom stall from the worst bully, Lorena, she locked the door so I couldn't run out, pushed me into the corner, and punched my eye. I spent a week in the hospital, nearly gone blind in my left eye. I was greeted back at school by insults and anger that I was back.

I remember writing a story for a weekly online newspaper in my notebook. I worked on it everyday, confident that I would finish it and get to be published in that newspaper that I longed to be in so dearly. Before I could finish, that same girl, Lorena, stole my notebook and ripped the pages to shreds, drenching the pieces in water right before my eyes. I was crying of course, and sent home yet again for "not behaving myself" by sobbing.

For the first time ever, my mom noticed one of the scars that I tried so badly to tell her about; a long bloody scrape on my leg from a pencil that Lorena punctured my skin with. My mom went to the teacher the next day to show the scar. He said something along the lines of "yeah, that's pretty bad". Nothing else was done. It's been six years, and that scar is still visible.

My favorite place in the entire school was the counselor's office. The school counselor was the only one not blind to my pain. Every recess, while the other kids played on the swings and hung out with friends that I wished to have, I was in the office building ships out of Legos. One day, I wanted to be brave and explore the playground for the first time in a while, but the counselor knew what was best for me and did not allow me to leave. He knew that the children were cruel and the school system was weak.

Now I am sixteen, and suffer from mental problems and flashbacks to bullying. When I tell my story to others, I cry in the room I speak in. I see others simply watch me, oblivious to the pain that victims go through. Then I see tears shed from others as well, knowing that the feeling is mutual.

People still bully me to this day due to acting childish. What they don't know is that I became this way due to others performing more violent acts of what they are doing to me. I feel as though I missed out on the times to be a child, so I must make up for it by acting like a child. People tell me to just get over it and move on. They haven't experienced the pain.

If only anti-bullying was more popular when I was ten, then maybe I wouldn't have turned out this way. But I feel that this has happened for a reason. I went through this pain to let the others going through this know that they are not alone. If you are going through this abuse known as bullying, please know that you are not alone. The sad truth is that most schools still cannot stop these bullies no matter what you do, but you can still be strong like I did. I put up with the bullying through all years, and stayed strong.

It gets better. I promise.