I'm going to tell you all a story. It's not a real story, but it's a story based on a real thing. Bullying.
There was a girl called Lizzy. Lizzy, had a few friends, she wasn't the most popular girl, but she felt popular because she had those closer friends by her side. Her life was great, she had no troubles, no worries about anything. She lives with her mother and father, her life was going the way she wanted it to, until one day, things have all changed. She started to get bullied, she turned to the only things she could think of, the pills and the blades.
The bullying got out of hand, and so did the self harming. She had started to overdose and that was getting out of hand, so she told someone she could really trust..
They helped her..
The bullying stopped.. For a while.. Like a week or 2..
Then it started again...
"Retard, kill yourself"..
She started to overdose even more and asked harm even more.. She couldn't take the bullying anymore, she had had enough..
She wrote a note:
Dear mum and dad, I know that this is very unexpected, but I can't tale this anymore, I'm being bullied, it got out of control and too much for me to handle, I've given up, there is no fight or strength left in me anymore. I wish I had made you proud. I want you to know, that this is not your fault, I love you both so much. All my love Lizzy.
She swallowed 15-30 pills, cut her wrist so deep that it cut into the vein.
She was now.. Gone..
