WARNING:
Strong Content
Everything in this is factual truth that has happened to me personally.
If you have been bullied in any kind of way like this tell someone when i didn't have he curage to say anything.
The world is against me indefinitely.
The teasing ripping at my self-esteem as names are yelled at me and others that children could think of.
Rats nest
Ugly
Pig face
I was pushed around and beat up in the 3rd and 4th grade when I hit puberty.
For a long time people didn't say mean things to me. They only said I looked older while sneering disgust at me.
Guys ogle at me, but never try to talk to me. I am unintentionally ignored so I act loud and rude to be noticed.
I am intentionally ignored by my parents and brothers only because I'm the last of 4 other kids.
I am inverted trying desperately to rebel from the world around me. I became this hateful, sad girl desperately longed for someone to notice me.
let me be the center for once.
I moved away from the very school that caused me pain and away from the one person I trusted most.
She was there for me when I started falling but left
me to hit the ground hard.
I knew none of these people and when I spoke they all ignored me like all the others, even the teachers.
My sadness is becoming unbearable so I turn to something that would ease my sorrows.
A small blade situated in the far back corner of my top dresser drawer hidden from sight.
My pain and sadness washed away with one stroke of the cold metal, then another and another until I was left with numbness and tears.
This girl I always noticed finally noticed me and slowly we became friends.
I trust her more than the first, spilling all of my secrets in our red book.
Boys are mean to me in every way calling me bad names because of how I look.
Skank
Slut
Whore
Asking to get some for money just because I look the way I do at 17.
I have been called many names and have been told many things.
I've been punched and slapped in the face. I've even had rocks thrown at me for no reason.
The person who should have caught me
who should have protected me has forgotten who I am and the person who should catch me isn't here yet.
I lay on my bed with cold metal in my hand hoping to be rescued by the one person who should.
Thank you for listening to my story....
