I'd just like to say that this bullying happened over five years and stopped completely about six months ago. I'm not suicidal or depressed (anymore), I just felt I needed to make that clear.
So what happened?
I started being called names. Then my friends started telling my secrets to the people who were making fun of me. So it got worse. In fact it got a lot worse and I began to hide. Behind bushes (like in my poem), under tables, behind bookshelves. Because I was absolutely petrified.
Then my friends started saying stuff and making fun of me. One of them used to push me up against a wall and pull my hands down it. They 'crucified' me. My knuckles bled, my hands hurt but I still trusted them. They were my friends after all. I never told anyone and she got away with it.
Then I went camping with them. We all went out at midnight to play hide and seek. They said that the darkness would make it 'fun'. Yeah right. When I began to count they hid in the bushes, stole all of the torches and pretended to be fairies. I was left alone in the middle of a forest, at midnight.
If you hadn't guessed, these were the friends I talk about in 'What Good Friends You Turned Out To Be', they never got in trouble. It's stupid really. So I made a video about them where I just insulted them. Then it got found, my other friend show it to them and I got really badly punished for bullying. Unfair, don't you think?
Then a boy in my class homed in on me. He began chasing me round the playground, shouting insults, hitting me with traffic cones, hitting me with sticks and ripping my 'fairy tree' apart. It was horrible.
While all this was happening my friends all left me. Their moms spread rumours about me and only two people came to my birthday party.
Also this boy denied kissing me and 'sleeping' with me (well what I thought it was, age ten. Just to make it clear I DIDN'T sleep with him. I lay in a bed and kissed him.) My whole class turned against me and called me a liar.
Then people started telling me to 'fly', they told me to jump off the school roof. I was strong enough to stay alive...or weak enough....I don't know. I was only eleven.
Then the threats came. 'I'll kill you', 'I'll burn your house down', 'I'll hit your sister'. I hated it.
This continued for five years. FIVE YEARS. Until this summer when his gang approached me and threatened my Mom. He still hasn't been punished though. After five freaking years. It's so unfair.
That's my story.
What's yours?