Spirit Day
Why can't we just love each other? Instead of picking out supposed imperfections. Why do kids have to live in torment just to earn an education? Why can't parents put aside their beliefs for the sake of their children? Why does suicide have to be the only option for these kids? Why do I have to ask these questions? :(
This world is so fucked up! They were just babies. They weren’t even sure who they were going to be yet; haven’t yet lived enough to know. It is sad and terrible that this has happened. It is even more horrible that this could have been prevented.
Bulling needs to stop! It has taken too many lives already and it’s time we listened. I too was bullied just because I was overweight and “weird” .It went on from second grade all the way to eighth. My life was hell; I was beaten up daily, humiliated daily, taunted daily, and terrified daily. I was seven years old and I wanted to die. Everyday I would think about how I would do it. I would get in front of cars hoping they would hit me. The only reasons I didn’t do was because I had hope that it would change and because of not wanting to hurt my family. But it didn’t change and I lost that hope at 14 and I decided to finally do it. I wrote a poem about it and a kid from my school newspaper snatched it from me and read it. He showed it to the heads of the newspaper. My parents were called and I was ordered to see a psychologist. Because of what I went through, to this day I don’t and can’t trust anybody. I don’t have friends because I’m scared of letting anyone in; thinking they will hurt me, laugh at me, and betray me. Lives are irreparably changed just because someone decides you are not “normal”.
This world is so fucked up! They were just babies. They weren’t even sure who they were going to be yet; haven’t yet lived enough to know. It is sad and terrible that this has happened. It is even more horrible that this could have been prevented.
Bulling needs to stop! It has taken too many lives already and it’s time we listened. I too was bullied just because I was overweight and “weird” .It went on from second grade all the way to eighth. My life was hell; I was beaten up daily, humiliated daily, taunted daily, and terrified daily. I was seven years old and I wanted to die. Everyday I would think about how I would do it. I would get in front of cars hoping they would hit me. The only reasons I didn’t do was because I had hope that it would change and because of not wanting to hurt my family. But it didn’t change and I lost that hope at 14 and I decided to finally do it. I wrote a poem about it and a kid from my school newspaper snatched it from me and read it. He showed it to the heads of the newspaper. My parents were called and I was ordered to see a psychologist. Because of what I went through, to this day I don’t and can’t trust anybody. I don’t have friends because I’m scared of letting anyone in; thinking they will hurt me, laugh at me, and betray me. Lives are irreparably changed just because someone decides you are not “normal”.