Bullied

~To those of you that Bully ~

Hey guys this is different from what I normally would write. This book is based off of the life's of all those kids that have been bullied. I've been bullied before and I know how it feels.this is for all those bully's that think its fun...is your fun worth someone's life? Why don't you try to walk in there shoes for once feel the weight they have to carry everyday... The pain their forced to live with, how long do u think they, we can take it. Next time u go to call a kid a name or push them just think maybe your giving them that last little push. Causing them to fall from a fall there never get up from. Maybee that name u called them will turn into yet another bloody cut on there wrist that gets deeper and deeper every time u say it. </3 if u know how it feels to be bullied plz vote

Stupid. Slut. Bitch. Ugly. Fat ass. Dum ass. Nasty. Hoe. Just a few of the words that were said as I walked through the halls. Why me I did nothing to deserve that, why did they want to hurt me so bad. Just a few questions I asked myself as I was pushed and shoved. Ignore them and there leave you alone, kids can be cruel. I never got much support from my parents, teachers, anyone. I felt so alone, no ones ever been there for me, I've never had a shoulder to cry on, or anyone to cry on my shoulder. This has been my life since 3rd grade. I've been strong, I kept pushing, hoping that one day, one day it would just...stop.It never did. Now it's 7th grade kids know more words, have more friends that will join in anything if asked. Less kids that are willing to help. But more kids that in joy to watch. They find it amusing to see me pushed into lockers, hit, called names and watch as I just stand there and take it as tears run down my face. Why do they like to see me cry, why do they want to see me hurt. Why don't they understand... Understand the pain, the thoughts that go through my head? Why don't they see the scars on my wrist?Why don't they care? Why? They don't know me. They don't know the weight that I carry on my shoulders every day. They don't feel the pain I feel. Thanks to them I have no where to sit at lunch, no one to talk to, no one to love. And no reason to live. That's why today may 28th 2013 I will stop living. Because this ^ is not living. It's toucher, no matter how small the push or how dum the word, it adds to the weight that i was forced to carry around for years. But now I'm done, I'm done carrying that weight I'm done feeling the pain. You say you wont miss me, I never asked you to, I never wanted you to. I just want you to know that it's your fault! It's your fault that I'm standing here on the edge of the roof, ready to jump. I can see you at the base of the building crying saying your sorry begging me to get down. I thought you wouldn't miss me, I thought no one would. That's what you told me remember? Remember when I begged you to stop and to just leave me alone and you didn't well that's why I'm standing here tears running down my face as I see my parents screaming and crying, hear my sister telling me that she loves me and begging me to come down. But because of you there going to watch me die! I tell myfamily I love them, then step off the edge, I'm crying as I fall knowing that no ones there to catch me. But I do not cry for long I hit the ground I watch my life fade away. The last thing I see is my sister run to me tears running down her cheeks and falling to my now blood stained shirt and you looking over her shoulder tears in your eyes and Hand over your mouth I manage to say one last word...bye. Then watch as you disappear. And the noise ends. I thought no one would miss me was wrong?

~ Sister ~

I think About her all the time. And spend most of my day in her room. For mother was to hurt after she died and will not enter her room to clear it out. I miss her so much I feel like its my fault if I were to have been with her that day may 28th she would still be here with us, with me. I often find my self crying my self to sleep in her own bed. My friends try to comfort me but it does not work it makes me mad they tell me to forget about it and ill be fine. They want me to forget about the death of my sibling my only sibling. They say its not my fault, but maybe me saying I wished I was an only child ... Maybe that made her do this. I don't have as many friends as I use to I don't want to get to know people, because I'm afraid that as soon as come to close to some one they might leave. Like she did. Mamma doesn't smile much any more. And daddy hasn't said a word since she left, even tho it's been almost a year. Tomorrow is may 28th 2014 she has been gone for so long but it feels like only yesterday she jumped to her death.i can't get the image out of my head, every time I closet eyes I see her covered in blood laying motionlessly on the pavement. The memory will haunt me for the rest of my life. I don't know how much longer I can bear the pain. I cut my wrists every day each time getting deeper and deeper each time. I miss her!

~mother~

Her sister has been acting up in school, she cry's every day wishing that one day she will wake from this bad dream, but she never will. I got fired from my job, I can't sleep. I walk pass her room trying not to think of her, but I always do I spend my hours crying with her sister. I feel as if its my fault, it's my fault I didn't go to the school and talk to the principal about what's going on, my fault I didn't move her school, my fault she did what she did. I can't take care of her sister anymore I ignore he because she has grown to look so much like her it hurts to see my own daughter. I don't leave the house, I eat silently, I can't help her sister with home work, I can't talk to her I can't talk to anyone it hurts to see family's walk past the house with girls that look like her. It hurts and fills me with anger to see the kids that bullied her walk past laughing and joking around acting like they did nothing. Why did they have to bully her why did they have to hurt her so bad. Why didn't I listen when she told me! I miss her!

~father~

It hurts to open the door and walk out with out her beside me. I can't look at my wife or my daughter they look so much like her. I can't open my mouth to say anything! Not even to say I love you to my wife or daughter. I will never forgive the kids that did this to her...to us. I think about her all the time, why wasn't I there for here? I feel like its my fault that this happened, I never had time for her I always said not now when she had to tell me something. Maybe if I wasn't like that she'd still be here, she'd still be alive. It's may 28th 2014 I walk in the door to see my daughter my last daughter dead hanging from a rope in the living room with a note that read "I'm sorry, but I just couldn't live with out her anymore" I fell to the ground crying and my wife ran in the room and burst in to tears and claps to the floor.I miss them both!

~bullied kids~

If u are bullied and think about killing your self don't do it because there will always be those people that will love and miss u way after your gone. Plz vote!!! If u are being bullied stay strong I did.