my story starts when I was in fourth grade all the way through the ninth grade. In fourth grade I would get called 4 eyes and a geek and a need everyday and when I got in middle school I would be called worthless and stupid and all the other names you could think of I started getting depressed and getting suicidal thoughts in 9th grade I would get called more names I was told I was a f*** up that I wasn't going to amount to nothing in my life I would be called gay and it was like I had no one there for me I would talk to the teachers about it and they wouldn't do a thing about it I tried to comment suicide about 3 times I tried to hang myself and overdose on pills I dropped out of high school in the 9th grade and I never really went outside I started to find myself getting lost in my life and to this day I am still getting bullied its still hard for me to overcome I'm still getting called names to this day but there's one thing I always think about that still gets me through my day through every dark night comes a brighter day I have been doing good I still keep to myself in the town that I live in and I am very proud to say that I stand against bulling and I will be there for anyone who is getting bullied

Unless you were bullied in school, you have no idea just how much of a toll the constant torment by others can take on you. I have never spoken of it and never wanted to until now, but I was bullied in school on a daily basis from elementary through high school and because of this I hated school, but I did survive school. I am fifty-two years old now, but I can recall the torment that I withstood during my school years in more vivid detail than I wish to remember. The stories I could share would make tears run down the toughest faces.

Some bullied kids do all they can to keep from going to school to avoid their tormentors. Other bullied kids go to school in constant fear of what new torment awaits them. Many bullied kids walk the halls of our schools in silent frustration over the fact that no one notices or seems to care. Many bullied kids suffer in quiet desperation over the emotional anguish that have them caught between the tears flowing steadily inside them and the absolute unfettered rage they feel toward those causing their pain and those who only pretend to care.

It has been nearly a half century since I was first bullied in school and I cannot thank people enough for trying to raise public awareness to this painful issue now. No kid should ever have to just endure or survive their school years, or die by their own hands to silence the suffering caused by bullying.

As a school bus driver, I strongly urge students to let their bus driver know if they are being bullied on the bus, so we can watch for signs of it. Many of us do care and will try to stop it on our buses if we see it going on. Bus drivers are easy replaceable scapegoats for school administration when their is a systematic failure and they need someone to blame for a incident. They refuse to recognize that driving the bus keeps us from seeing many situations building on our buses. Parents refuse to recognize and realize that the two unsafest points of their child's school day is at their bus stop where they are unsupervised and on their school bus where supervision is dangerously limited because the bus driver has their back turned to them and can only watch them occasionally through a small mirror while driving a vehicle big enough to go through a house. Kids I urge you to speak up and talk to your bus driver. Let us help you try to make your ride on our buses a little better.

Thank You

Mr. Kim Morrison aka Mr. "K"        

My story starts in elementary school. I would get bullied basically almost everyday, even though I don't remember it today I'm sure I was. I remember being made fun of in 5th grade and in 6th. It didn't really have an effect on me until 7th grade. It got wore and worse. I went into depression, but NOBODY knew except my BFF. She's the only one that knew because I saved her from leaving Then I fell into what she fell into. I felt like I wasn't good enough for anyone except her and my teachers and my friends. I put on a fake smile everyday and I let myself get bullied (which was really dumb.) I'd go home and act all normal like nothing happened. I would only tell my BFF who bullied me and how. She gave me advice on ho to just not believe those words.. i tried, but it didn't work.  I cried all the time when i got ready for bed. I saw what the bullies saw. I didn't see what my BFF saw. I just got so tired of the bullying that I thought of suicide was the ONLY answer. I cried more and more. I believed in the bullies words more and more. I tried to believe in what my BFF was saying about me, the only positive words. and not trying suicide because its not worth it.   But to me it was. and right then and there it was all about me.  My BFF finally yelled at me and made me cry, but made me believe that I was worth something and i can be happy and I want to live life.  I told my parents what was going on. They are the number 1 reason i changed. No, it wasn't fast, but i was changing for t he good.  I told some of my friends what was going on. They took it all in & accepted it and didn't make fun of me for it like i thought they would because they know that suicide is a stupid idea. I didn't think that it would happen, but I made my 14 person group stronger. WAY STRONGER. We hang out a lot more now. Fight harder and stand up for each other  more now.   We are ALL happy with each other, life & ourselves.  I don't let the bullies get to me because i know that they cant and their words aren't true! My 13 friends and I are like Diamonds. We cant be scratched, broken, torn apart. But we can shine. And no one can take that away from us.

Im going to start my story from when i was in preschool. In preschool i had heaps of friends i felt famous and known, but then i dont know what happened everyone got seriouse about school in grade one? i was left out i guess i have always been the type to not care and have fun, but when i reached grade 2 things started to realy take effect, the first sign of bullying is when someone took my tuckshop money, but that was just the beginning, afterthat people started taking my stuff, chucking my bag around, calling me names, shoving and pushing all of this was in 2nd grade, i didn't really think much of it i thought they were just mucking around, till it started getting worse in grade 4 when i got put into a composite class. My first day in grade 4 i got put next to the bully and on the first day she stole my glue, my hb pencil, and my eraser,of coursei cried i hate when people take stuff that my mum has given me, i felt terrible, even though it was not my fault, then later on this bully girl started yelling at ause she had no friends, and being the peme, nick naming me, laughing at me, saying i was fat, and most of all humiliating me. Then when i was in grade 6 the last day, because bully was leaving the next year to go to high school, she annoyed me as much as she possibily could, i ended up staying at the office that afternoon. When i started highschool in grade 8 i was scared i had no friends, and bully went to the same school, again. I met this girl who was crying on the first day, and because of the way i am i helped her out of how i wish i didn't, bully n.o 2 punched on the way to school one time and it all went tumbling down after that. She pushed me, hit me, punched me, picked on me, called me names, told the guy i liked that i liked him, and left me with one other friend who is now my friend she is my longest lasting friend i have gotten. I will be truthful i tried committing suicide 3 times, retaliated a few times, and embarrased the hell out of my self by crying, im not really strong, but i am a true believer that bullying should be stopped. I still cry to this very day and it has been 2 years and petty stuff still goes on like, shoving, naming calling, and laughing. It really hurts me.

I was bullied growing up. I was teased, pushed, called names, and even received a death threat.  I was sad, hurt, and alone. I cried a lot, and I kept to myself. I had no one to talk to and didn't want to upset my parents, so I didn't tell them.  I was wrong about that. Looking back now I wished I had told someone, because they could of helped.  Now there are plenty of organizations, and trained people that can help.  Now I am a 40 years old. It still haunts me, but I have someone to talk to now, and she helps me a lot. My plea to you not to give up.  Remember God made you in his image, and his image is beautiful and caring.  There are people that care for you.

For as long as I can remember I never really fit in with the other kids around me. As a kid I used to always dress in baggy clothes with a backwards cap, and I had a deeper voice then most girls my age. As I got older it only got worse, I developed more traits that were deemed "weird" by my peers. It got to me so much and as I got older my social skills actually got worse and I was less and less likely to reach out to anyone. I thought something was wrong with me.

Things only got worse once I started High School. In 9th grade I was picked on by all my peers and excluded. No one wanted me around, when it came to group projects whoever was paired with me would outwardly protest. I didn't have a single friend. When I brought up the issue to my mom and we spoke to the principle he responded by saying I should wear skirts and make up to make the kids like me. I became horribly depressed during this year. I was convinced something was wrong with me, because no one else wanted me around. It was that year that I did my first attempt to take my life. I thought that no one would miss me, they obviously didn't want me around now.

Over the period of four years I tried to kill myself five more times before seeking help. I still get really anxious around new people but I'm getting better everyday. I have hope now that things will get better. That I can make some more friends. I was able to find a community that accepts me for what I am and not how I'm "supposed" to be like. It may have taken 20 years and six suicide attempts but things are starting to look up. My hope is to prevent these things, because even if things are better now I don't want to have to always say it gets better. I have a little brother and sister that are 3 and 2, I don't want them or any other kid to have to go through this.

All that's left to say is together we'll make it better. :)

I have been bullied since i was about 8 i am 12 old and its hard to keep all this inside ive been called a fatty or a fat a** and you know it all sucks but my friends allways tell me there all stupid you arn't fat your fluffy my friend support me alot and thats all that keeps me alive and able to get up in the morning 

I'm still unhappy. I have a family, a mother, and "friends". Sometimes I feel like nobody is there. Like I'm all alone. For the past two weeks I have not been truly happy. Sure I've smiled and laughed, but it wasn't real. There is always some sad in a person's life but for me it feels like sadness is my life. I hate feeling this way. It's like I come last to my mother and her boyfriend is first. My mother doesn't even realize how I feel. Nobody does. I can't even figure it out. I'm starting to think I'm bipolar. With my friends, well I don't know. There is this one girl who I kind of regret befriending. She cares about no one but herself. Sure she asks me whats wrong, but does she genuinely care. No. She expects the world to revolve around her. Her mom is a mess and crazy, I get it, she needs someone. That doesn't mean your not needed. I would never tell her anything but it's still enough to know that she cares.

I have been bullied for about 8 years now. When I was 6 I got made fun of because my teeth were crooked. The kids would say I'm ugly and fat. And pretty soon I believed it. Now I'm 14 about to turn 15 and I still haven't found any relief from their words. When I was 13, it was the first time I actually inflicted self-harm on myself. Ever since then it just got worse. I told my bestfriend about it and pretty soon the whole school knew. Now I don't really have friends, I just have people who I rarely talk to now. And now the whole school tells me I'm "Emo", I should go kill myself, go cut, etc.. I have attempted suicide 4 times just last February. I still cut myself. I can still hear their piercing words going through my head. I starve myself so I can be skinny. I want it to stop, and I just feel if I satisfy them, then they'll leave me alone. I tell the pincipals about it but they never do anything about it. I found stickynotes covering my locker saying rude things about me, kids drop my stuff, push me into lockers, and one girl shoved me into the mirror and told me to cut myself with that. But I don't plan to give up anytime soon anymore. I will find a way to end all of this. Hopefully.

I was bullied for 3 years now. I didn't know how to deal with it and i though about suicide. My grades dropped and i started eating that way i got fat and i almost failed school. It was horrible. All those stuff made kids push themselfs even more to insult me. I didn't know how to deal with it. I would keep the pain to myself and i wouldn't talk to anyone about it. It was killing me everyday. When 2013 started i wanted to make a difference in my life. Enough was enough! I faced people and i started learning that it will all get better in time and it did. I started getting better grades, I went to the gym and I made some new friends that will stay there forever. My childhood will be a period of life that i wish it would never happen that way but it did and life goes on no matter what! I will do the best to not hold on to that anymore. I will make a difference for myself and i will help anyone who has gone through the same thing at me. IT GETS BETTER!