In 4th grade I got called a "fat ogre" since then I started to develop depression. At age 13 I started cutting. I remember my worst day it was August 13,2015. On that night I cried my hardest I could breath it got so bad. After that I stopped felling I stopped caring. Now today I am an emotionless zombie fighting in a war I feel like I'm designed to lose. I want to lose. I want to leave this lying world. But I have to continue to fight at least for now.
ADVICE: Don't cave into their words don't let them hurt you I know it is hard just stay strong.
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BULLIED
Non-FictionBullying is a very serious issue that effects the lives of many. I hope that by many of us sharing our personal stories, it will not only help victims realize that they are not alone, but also help bullies realize how strongly their actions and word...
