i go to the clearfield area high school and this girl   she was spreading rumours about me and i said thats enough i had it 

Just started when i promoted to the high school, All because of some jealous people, We were in the same class and i was the best student. Already had problem cause little thing happened to me when we went to the trip after that my bad days started. Bad rumors which was making me feel upset, I knew that people around me talking about that, I was feeling that and i still, Couldn't find out the way to prove that nasty things like that doesn't really happened to me.

Whatever in our cultures really can't get against on that, It still hurting me as hell, I got some friends but don't really feel good with them neither cause they telling me that indirect with a lot of sarcasm.

How could tolerate all of these things, All rumors that people telling about him? Still living with that. Sometimes i feel that god really don't like me. Sometimes i don't really want to be in this world but...

I wish i could get out of my town and pass all my past and leave them and have new life but its hard.

My biggest wish from God is, If someday, Someone tell the others all those rumors about me is just lie and i be friend again with my old homies, How life could be awesome for me?

- Little man whos trying to keep his head up, Not Down.

She was normal for most of her school years. Till she got into high school. She use to love school, but she was different from those around her. She liked this new thing from Japan. Anime, it was what was fun for her and her friends they had their own lango as she would say. She was and is a talented artist, her fiends and she, they were the outside crowd of kids. All great , fun, nice kids. But they all shared one thing in common. They were bullied. Thankfully never physically, but as we have all come to learn words hurt whore then a broken arm or a bloody nose. Fat, ugly, Pig nose, weird, loser. I am sure there were worse ones that she would not tell her Grandparents and I about. But those were the ones I heard the most off then. The vice and the principal did nothing, and no did anyone else. The vice Principal said she night as well quit as her perfect grades started slipping as he said she would never graduate. She showed him and took the GED without study and got the highest score our small town had seen in years. We thought moving to a small town would save her from the hardships of California's schools, we moved her from the frying pan into the fire. Lucky she made it out without being hurt, but those words left scars that will never heal. And that little group of friends has all gone their own ways. Most hoping to forget and now my Daughter is mostly alone. She had her problems heck most kids do these days, but I wonder who she would have been had she not been scared so badly of her peers. Bullies are abusers of others, they may not be as big as their adult counter parts, but they harm none the less causing lasting damage. My Daughter still lives with us at 24. She does not make friends beyond her computer screen. She trusts no one outside our family. It is hard to watch your child struggle. I just hope one day her heart will heal enough to let someone in again.

But what enrages me to all get out is how the school system failed my Daughter. How so many school systems just no longer care, get them in push em through push em out. Teachers caught caring soon learn not to as higher ups jump their cases for doing so. We do not have schools we have housing for children and more then half of them are being bullied by more then one child. Being told " I will kill you." how does a child respond to that we they can barely handle the other huddles they are facing at this young age. They should not have to handle more then we do, but everyday many are sent off to schools that are no better then the places we send our military personal off to. Everyday our children fight in their own vitenam, Korea or Iraq. Not all children die, but some have hearts and souls so battered they feel that is their only hope.

Parents, Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles, brothers and sisters stand up and help fight for those who have no voice. To the Bullied I love you. To the bullies stop now, bring it into your heart to stop this violence of words and blows before it is to late for your children. They learn from you.

I didn't have no weird look about me. I wasn't over weight. I was just a girl with brown hair. I kept to myself. I was getting bullied at school because I carried so many books in my backpack so I would slump over and kids were teasing me and they would draw pictures of me and pass them to my seat on the bus. They would call me names. I was also being bullied at home by my brother.  tried to tell my mother she never believed me and she thought I overacted about a lot of things. I would go in my room and just lay there and cry and wonder what the world would do without me. How much better it would be I thought of suicide 3 times and I was cutting myself for the time being. I just couldn't take it anymore. I didn't get over all this until my junior year when my family moved to another state. It all stopped I finally stuck up for myself and made friends. It made me feel like I was starting my life all over again. I now dont want anyone to feel that pain I once had ever. I want to be there to help them and let them know there is someone who cares about there feelings and the fact that they just want a friend. - Cortney Ammons

I am born with a disability called Cerebral Palsy which make me talk and write a little different then others. Also, I had trouble with drooling because the impulse of my brain to remind me to swallow was damaged, I was teased everyday in public school. Kids would call me slobber girl and it was mostly boys who teased me, they would tell me, that I was gross and no boy would ever date me. I would get grossed out looks everyday. I also felt like a burden to people. I became very suicidal and wanted to take my life.  I attempted suicide when I was 12 years old and I think what stop me was picturing my family at my funeral wishing they could of done something more and also, God had showed me that I did have purpose in my life.

When I was 15 years old, my family was sick of me getting bullying and the teachers not doing anything, they transferred me to a private Christian school, which was so good for me and help me to start building my confidence and self-esteem up. I am now 23 years old in Bible college. I am glad that I didn't kill myself because I now want to help kids who are being bullied by being an inspirational speaker and counselor.  I want to show them that there is hope, that they are special, they have purpose in their life, and they are not alone.  Jesus saved me that day for a reason and I will spend every breath I have, speaking for those who can't speak for themselves.

Lastly, for those who are being bullied, I  want you to remember from now on, that every time someone tries to tell you that you can't and the world tries to define what or who you are those voices tonight are silenced, because you are not defined by world, but by God and God says you are beautiful, just the way you are and He loves you!!

when i wa years old thats when everything started. i was getting bullied for my weight. after middle school came along it all got worse. i started coming home crying and extremly upset everyday. i finally stopped eating and when i did have to eat i would go throw up so i wouldnt add on any more weight. it lasted two years before anyone did anything about it. 

anyone with an eating disorder understands the pain im talking about. 

stand up to bullying . i know i almost took my life over it, dont let that happen to anyone else because i wouldnt wish this upon my worst eemy

I'm a lesbian pansexual, meaning basically I am a lesbian, but anyway when my girlfriend I broke up, I was 76 pounds from stress, having panic seizures everyday, and dealing with my seasonal depression, insomnia, and suffocation of a possibly emotionally abusive relationship. After our break up she was stalking me and I got angry about it, so I yelled at her and then I lost all of my friends, the maybe five I had after dealing with the multiple personality disorders and the sexual assaults and the having to cut all of my hair off so I wouldn't get raped again because I DIDN'T LOOK GAY ENOUGH! 

After all of that previous bullying and trauma, I had a limited group of friends, but I was finally in a decent place. AND then, it fell apart. Because I couldn't trust anyone with my feelings or emotions I hid them and in turn none of my so called friends believed that I was hurt by what my ex was doing or by what my brother was saying about his dyke sister or how no one wanted to speak to a chick who has been to a psych ward, even when they were the ones who sent me there... They thought I had no feelings so they felt like they could walk all over them. I've contemplated suicide every year of my life for the past five, I've attempted multiple times, I used to burn my hips with a curling iron because it hurt worse than a knife.. no one saw my pain, no one cared, so I just felt like I wasn't worth it anyone and no one would really care if I was gone anyway. At one point, the only reason why I didn't kill myself was that my cat would have had no one to take care of him.

This past two months I transferred schools so no one knows my story except for three people at my new school who I trust as much as I can trust people. I don't really plan on making many more friends or sharing my story. I know I shouldn't isolate myself but I don't have emotions and I'm too exhausted to try to fit in or care what they think or if I have someone to talk to. I have a cat, I have tumblr, I have the L word, and I have my journal, and I suppose in the end, that might just be enough to get through the next two years of high school with. 

Thanks for reading,

-your friend always,

Kelsey Jane 

I have a learning disability, so i expect to be bullied and i know how to fight it off. But then, they went for my friends. They couldn't take it anymore, they both moved and still wont talk to me. This happened in 6th grade and i am a freshmen in high school. One of the girls moved back but we don't talk. We don't even look at each other because we know (or i know) that we will remember the good times and then think of how it it all got shattered. If we get stuck somewhere like, in the lunch line, we stare awkwardly at our feet and don't even say hi. This makes me want to cry because we used to hang out every day. We taught each other to ride a bike. We made music on a keyboard. we laughed all the time and were immature just as best friends should be. And for what, to act like we don't know each other? Like we aren't even standing next to each other? I miss being her friend. If only she would have told me about this before she moved, i would have beaten those bullies senseless without taking one thought about it.

I was born and raised on the Westside of Chicago. When I had my two boys I moved to Gary Indiana. In 2006 I had a baby girl and then early 2007 my step daughters came to live with us. Everything was ok. Well due to my children father job was on the Westside of Chicago, we moved back in 2007. Moving back was the hardest thing to do. I thought my children would be ok because one parent was from the Southside and one from the Westside, they should be ready to throw down 1 on 1, if needed. Well my thought was dead wrong. My oldest son got picked on the most. When the children at their school found out that they were from GI, they started fights with them. It had gotten to the point that I was out there fighting with my children. Actually fighting! I am to old to be fighting children that are in the 8th/ 7th grade and bigger then me. I remember one day my two sons were coming home from school and I see my step daughter running and screaming toward the house. When she got closer all I heard was Darian and them boys. I jumped off the porch and ran down the alley to see five boys cornering my 8yr old and my 11yr old boys. Baby my mind snapped. Them my babies! It's about to go down. Those boys were going to the same school as my kids but was in some kind of little gang. Baby when I made it to the corner all I seen was red. I didn't see little boys, I seen male figures harming my babies. I didn't see ages and really didn't care. These little boys were very disrespectful and all I knew the main one came any closer, his ass was going down. As they got closer, me and my babies were in a fighting stance. Where we were standing the store owner came out and stopped me from busting that fouled mouth boy in the lips. The store owner had to remind me that these were 8th and 7th grade children out here doing this and I can go to jail for assaulting a minor. OK, I can't go to jail, I have to be here for my children. Damn! OK, call the police. The school couldn't do anything because the kids that were bullying my children lived in the neighborhood also. According to the school, if it is not on the same block that the school is on, then the school can not really do anything about it except maybe call a meeting with the other parents. No parents showed up. Do you understand how pissed off a parent can be when nothing is being done and the same children picking with your child.  I ended up getting the police involved. Well I thought everything had stopped until I get a call from the school for me to come up there. There was a problem. My oldest boy wrote a letter, who was in the 7th grade at the time, wrote a letter to his teacher. In the letter he wrote that if someone doesn't help him he will come back and kill those picking on him. OK THAT WAS IT!!!!!!!!!!!! According to CPS policy a child have to be seen by a counselor. My son ended up at Hartgrove hospital for 3 weeks and social services got involved. I was even madder and ready to fight everybody.  The principal seen how serious this have became and expelled all the boys that were involved. I also had protection orders put on those boys. What's really funny, since then, I have seen those boys in the neighborhood especially the main one who was about to get a busted lip. Every time he sees me, he looks the other way. I even had to go to court for one of my neighbors and guess who was there with his mother. The boy who was about to get his lip busted. HA HA! He was so shocked to see me, that he kept his head down during the whole thing and his mother away. I still worry because the 8yr old is now 14 and on his way to high school and the 11yr old is now 18 and graduating. The 14yr old does not want to go to the same school as his sister or brother.Now I'm really worried. Hope I don't have to go through this again because this time I don't know what I will do. The teenagers now look older and are bigger. We will see.

In Elementary school I had plenty of friends yet that didn't protect me completely from being bullied. I was often teased for my unruly hair and my chickenpox scar on my face. I remember coming home from school one day and my mom found kids had put tape and glued paper pieces in my hair.  Still today although I hardly notice my chickenpox scar and I have gotten manage of my hair I still carry the scars from those days with me.