I am 22 years old and was a victim of bullying. From 6th grade to 10th grade I was a victim of bullying which went from girls stealing my lunch for an entire year to making sure I didn't have any friends. I moved to a different state when I was 12 so just that in its self was bad; I was leaving all of my friends and moving to a new state and a new middle school. The first year was the worst of my life, I blocked most of it out of my memory so I don't remember detail just moments. Such as the entire first year I didn't eat lunch because of a girl (the same girl) who would take it from me everyday. I didn't want to tell because I didn't want to be called a snitch. At the end of the school year I finally told my mom; which like I said before just made things much worse. Then the last 2 years of middle school it was mostly name calling and I was ready for summer and to start a different school (high school). But the first 2 years of High school were just as bad as the 3 years in middle school. I was called every single name in the book and by this time I would come home and beg my parents to please home school me because I didn't want to come back. I never had any thoughts of leaving the world but just didn't want to deal with anyone and just stay in my own world. In 10th grade I thought I made a new bunch of friends but that didn't last very long because they formed a 3 way call one night and just ripped on me left and right. Emotional abuse is a lot worse then getting beat on because you can clean a cut but you can't clean words. The administrators never did anything about it they just put on that fake smile and said "they will take care of it". I'm tired of kids having to make bad decisions because the place that they are supposed to feel safe in isn't helping. I try everyday to smile at people and make new friends because I never want anyone to feel like I felt! 

My daughters life is full of stories. Here is one.

She is 15 and living with the results of bullying. She came to a point in her life where she just could not take anymore. She tried to fit in with so many different groups. 

Just wanting to be accepted to be a part of the crowd. In the process she lost herself. She became the target of others who apparently can only feel better by belittling or abusing others. 

These people gained followers. Probably because they were relieved that they were not In the bulleys sights. 

Long story short. She tried to kill herself an ended up in the icu .She was given 24 hours to find a donor. 

Literally in the last couple of hours a liver was flown in. A young man had lost his life. Our daughter was just given fifty fifty odds of survival. They were zero before.

Due to the unparalleled dedication of the entire team at Minneapolis Children's hospital. Who without thought to themselves battle  for over fourteen hours to keep our daughter alive. Just to give her a chance that a liver may arrive.

She is in recovery at this time. There is so much more to this story. Please talk to your children. Bullying is reaching out to so many and it is winning.

Bill just a father. Just Jemma's dad.

As a child I was never really the social type. I spent my time playing with kids who never wanted me there, I kind of just played alongside them. I told my parents everything, except I learned to keep that tiny detail very well hidden from them since they always thought I was as strong as them. But it got to the  point the bullying became physical and I cried myself to sleep. I felt I was worthless and I was supposed to feel this way because everyone else thought I was. My parents blamed themselves for everything I was going through, which added on to the guilt of my conscious. I knew deep down that everybody would be much better if I were dead. So I tried to choke, drown, and suffocate myself. All in which I chickened out in the process. My parents finally decided to take me to see someone for help, someone to talk to. They told us that writers, such as myself,oftentimes suffer from depression. I had to take antidepressants and anxiety pills. Everyday I gain more knowledge of kids taking their lovely lives because of bullying. And it makes me so weak inside knowing I did nothing to stop it. As I watched Bully, tears rolled out of me like they never have before. As the documentary ended I looked down at my arm and pulled up my shirt to look at my stomach and cried some more. The scars I know have because of what kids have put me through, the cousins that continuously tortured me. But as someone who now looks forward tobecoming a future FBI agent, I block the bad thoughts and think of ways to change everything I possibly can. It's a shame kids have to do what they do to be heard. And even then, nothing is done. Yet people still laugh and point, I never let anyone feel alone. Why? Because I've been there, and I don't think anyone should ever have to feel that way. I wake up every morning saying to myself that I am worthy, loved, andspecial. And I make sure everyone around me feels that way. Not a day will go by as long as I live where I will not be working my hardest at bringing bullying to an end. As someone who knows what its like, death is never the answer. There's people out there who WILL miss you. Even if it takes a lifetime to find them, it's all worth it in the end. R.I.P. to everyone who has taken their lives due to this, you will ALWAYS be in our hearts!

I've never had problems with bullying you know. But I don't feel good in our school. I'm feeling that here is something bad in our class. I'm the smart one, the one who likes Justin Bieber and One Direction and that's all what people thinking about me. Always for them I'll be only this girl. And sometimes I'm feeling like that sometimes it's bullying I'm not sure. You know, I've never had best friend, yeah my friends are just "friends." They are talking with me only when here's noone to talking with. I'm the last person in this chain. I'm not skinny, I'm not pretty. I started lose weight and started selfharm 'coz I felt it's my fault I'm not popular. But here was one big problem, my principal teacher started view the wrists of all people, I had a luck 'coz I showed him only one hand. I didn't want he find the scars so I started cut my legs, now I was growing up and I'm trying stop with cutting, but it's hard. Everyday I'm meeting  different types of bullying cyberbullying,... And do you know what. I don't wanna go to the school and there see how people bulling one boy and there on internet it's girl. I wanna make a change. I wanna do something! It will be hard for me 'coz I am little shy. But I will try! 

If I could go back to those painful middle school years, I would. I would be lying if I said I was heavily bullied but I dealt with my fair share throughout junior high. First, I was super skinny, weighing only 90 pounds so people, usually the boys that had an early growth spurt, would constantly pick on me for being weak. I was also a cheerleader from 5th-8th grade (not by choice) which added another target on my back. I'm a horrible dancer and let's just say, the girls who had been dancing their entire lives noticed and would call me out on a regular basis. So when I was in 8th grade, my parents put me in Tae Kwon Do in hopes that I would gain confidence. I did, eventually. But when kids at school found out about my new hobby, it didn't take them long to isolate me because of that. Nearly every day in high school, kids were asking me to perform martial arts on them and when I would say no (because I was under oath that I wouldn't misuse Tae Kwon Do) they would say things like "Oh you couldn't hurt me anyways" and other derivatives of that. Although it's been quite some time since I've been bullied, after watching "Bully", I was reminded of all those hard moments I endured. With that being said, if I could go back to those years, I would. I would stand up for myself rather than staying silent and letting the bullies win every time. Watching "Bully" made me want to hug every person that has been a victim of such hatred and abuse. Since that's clearly impossible, I'm on here, hoping to make a difference, even if it's minor.

I've been bullied, a lot.  I never tell anyone because they shouldn't have to take care of my problems for me.  It keeps getting worse but it doesn't really bother me.  But I hate seeing other people getting bullied.  I'm always there on the spot to stick up for them even if I don't even know them. Sometimes I wish people did that for me, but really they shouldn't have to.  I get bullied for about everything I do.  Even things that I don't do that just go around my school as rumors.  Dance is my escape from all of this. 

I am a 13 year old dancer who grew up with a strong passion towards the world of music, but never someone to share it with, I've moved to so many new states and countries i have given up on keeping track, so making real friends was never possible for me... until 5 years ago when i moved to California and my parents decided to stay, so once again...new school...new kid... i had always been the shy oddball out of everyone and most people thought it was normal, except a few who decided it was right to say "hey spaz" "hey stupid and torment me when i did nothing. so for a few years i stopped and just tried to blend in unnoticed till a few "friends" decided to create a lie about me being a ballet dancer and a girl because of it when i'm a hip-hop dancer who at that time rarely danced in front of  ANYONE because of my shyness. This rumor led to most people spinning around in circles yelling out "look at me!!" whenever i walked by. so everyday i went home thinking what i did was stupid and worthless like everyone made it seem right. Untill i met four true friends who are now close like family to me and have inspired me to chase my dreams of being a inspirational speaking and a dance teacher, by giving me the name "prophet" because they strongly know what I've been through and that i understand what its like, so to work with this drive we all have we started a group called forever movement for anyone who ever feels worthless,stupid,hated,treated like crap, to just remind them that no matter what we are all born to this earth with power no one but ourselves shall ever  understand and that is why you are you.

I've been bullied for about 4 years now. In 8th grade, it started getting bad.  I got punched in the hallway at school, and I didn't tell anyone about it for a month or so. I was too afraid to tell anyone. Then In November of my 8th grade year, I found out I was born with a back problem, a few girls in my choir class decided that they were going to make fun of me for it every chance they could; I couldn't get away from them because they sat all around me. My best friend was in my choir class also. When the last choir concert had come, I was already upset because my sister had cut herself right before we left to go to my concert. Since I had a back problem, i had a back brace, and that's why the girls were making fun of me. Anyway, I was talking to two of my friends, and one of them was my best friend. Two girls had come up behind me and started messing with my back brace, and ran away laughing. About a minute or two, they came back and I asked why the did that and they said they didn't know what I was talking about. After that, I cried my eyes out. My best friends tried to cheer me up, and it was kinda working, but it still really hurt. My choir teacher saw me crying, and came up to me and asked what was wrong, and my mom talked to her, she hugged me. She (my choir teacher) noticed that they had bullied me every day in her class, she talked to my best friend to get the names, and the girls never bothered me again. During the summer, going into 9th grade, I moved to a small town, and when school started, I got bullied from day one. Some guy started calling me names like, Big tank, and he called me fat and ugly. And did it everyday. He found every little flaw about me to make fun of. My new school doesn't do anything about people who aren't in sports, so the bullying kept happening, everyday. over texting. I still have the messages. And by the end of the year, Two other people started calling me big tank. I'm so done with everything. I'm fed up. After watching the movie Bully, I really want to stand up, but i'm too shy. I'll stand up for other people, just not myself. Plus I'm depressed all the time and I hardly come out of my room. I just need help. 

When I was in 4th-6th grade I was bullied. I was taller than everyone else and I was new to the school. Everyone called me iron giant, bigfoot, and freak. I had couples of friends but that was all. When I got to middle school I thought everything is going to be alright and that I wont be so tall anymore. But I was wrong. Because I was tall I joined basketball but I got kicked off the team because I couldn't make it to the practices because I had family problems. So everyone made fun of me for that. In the 8th grade everything was good for once, I had a boyfriend, tons of friends but my world crashed when one of my "friends" made a lie about me and all of who was my friends turned on me and I would cry myself to sleep. Finally when high school hit, I saw the friend that made lies about me in the store and she started to talk about me with her family and I had enough. I stood up for myself and ever since then I wasn't scared to be myself and the thoughts about killing myself went away. And I am happy now. Now I run a sight on Facebook called Help You If I Can.

Public school for me was a nightmare. While other kids valiantly played sports or dreamed about their first kiss, and went to the prom. I was worried about what hall I could sneak through as to not be the target of a monster who would not let up. It happened in grade school, Junior High , summer school. Girls would pretend to me my friend and set me up for disaster. Specifically, in High School I met the ultimate Bully. The one who just wont stop. She would pass by and call me a "spic", yes I was the only Puerto Rican, in the school and I was born in the Bronx. It happened when I went to my locker, the hallway, the lunchroom , everywhere and I could not stop it. Until one day I had to tell my father after so many encounters. He taught me, a girl how to fight. Over the course of a month I would practice with him everyday until I was ready. That day finally came it was probably just like a kettle on the stove about to whistle. The Bully sensed it and kept pressuring me until I broke and went bezerk . Everything I learned , all my aggression , everything I had went into beating that girl until she could not take it anymore. I did have a black eye in all of it . But while she was in the hospital I was suspended for a week. I told my father and in those days fighting was the only answer. It scars you no one wanted to be my friend. I never went to any socials , dances. And even in the community pool I was surrounded by 10 girls in the bathroom. I was going to take them on but my little sister called my mother who came barging on the bathroom. School was not fun for me, it was agony. If I can do anything to stop this damaging nightmare for one soul or stop one child from taking their life I have made a difference. Please know there is nothing wrong with you . The Bully hates himself and takes it out on everyone he or she knows if you push that button you will have conquered what is deep inside . Anyone who bothers others to the point of harassment has a mental issue and hates them self. Save yourself and conquer all of them. Lisa G.