CYBER BULLYING, by Alexis Traska

~Cyber Bullying, by Alexis Traska

BULLYING IS FOR LOSERS! by Tevin Technomaina

~Bullying is for Losers! by Tevin Technomaina

"Tevin Technomaina, a successful 16 year old boy, very against bullying and one of the owners of the famous campaign called You Are Never Alone Campaign."

I'M TRYING TO SMILE THROUGH MY TEARS... by Jen

~I'm trying to smile through my tears... by Jen

YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE, SO DON'T, by Jessica McCoy

You shouldn't have bullied, and you shouldn't have lied.

The course of your actions and the force of your words,

are part of the reason they chose suicide.

Like a plague this hatred spreads,

consuming those in its way;

and sometimes lives are taken,

so what have you to say?

Have you no shame for the damage you've done?

Have you no resentment for that person holding a loaded gun?

Don't harass and don't degrade.

Don't be an ass; but look at the monster you've made.

Do you feel empowered by the pain you've inflicted?

Doesn't it hurt now that the tables have shifted?

What about the people you've hurt,

and the lives now lost?

When you laugh, taunt and tease -

just remember that life is never as simple as you see.

When you push, hit and insult -

do you even know the result?

You disrespect your fellow peers,

to make yourself look better or to please a certain crowd;

but what you don't understand is that while you're feeling proud,

the victim to your madness may or may not survive this round.

Think before you act and contemplate what you say,

because your choices may decide the fate of another day.

~You Shouldn't Have, So Don't, by Jessica McCoy

"The meaning behind or to this piece is to hopefully bring awareness that bullying is not 'just a game' and no matter what, it is NOT acceptable and comes with consequences."

CYBER-BULLYING, by Trey Turner

~Cyber-Bullying, by Trey Turner

BULLYING, by Chrissy Bartley

Bullying is a funny thing.

It chews you up,

and spits you out,

and jumbles you around.

You never know where you're going,

You never know what to think,

and you never know what to feel

once bullying comes your way.

The school hours drag by longer

and it seems it will never end

but then it does and you relax

until it comes for you again.

And funnily enough, when it's gone

and buried in your mind,

the feelings return in a second

once you feel the world is ending

and waves of sadness rear their ugly heads

and drown you in the years of torment and self-hatred.

Until you remember who you are

and what you've done

since you were a nobody in a playground

with nothing but whispers of dreams

to guide your way.

And then you smile.

~Bullying, by Chrissy Bartley

"For me, the poem is describes someone who used to be bullied, and still feels as helpless and as silly as they did back then, but must realise that they are no longer who they used to be, and that in their seemingly meaningless and short life there have been moments that can be treasured. It is a coping mechanism for a lost soul... who may not be as lost as they feel."

THE CAUSE AND EFFECT FROM CYBER BULLYING, by Neil Dobladillo

~The cause and effect from cyber bullying, by Neil Dobladillo

"Meaning of the work can be seen through the menacing smile of the bully and how she emits a dark and scary aura, her menacing smile and how the aura is passing through the victim's screen and forming hand that are slowly wrapping themselves around the victim's neck. The victim can be seen hiding her face in tears and ready to break down. The spattered red paint represents the blood of the victim that could be made by suicide just because of abuse and threats caused by the bully that are also coming through the victim's screen."

HALF-MOON SCARS, by Anonymous

People tell you that ignoring them works best. It doesn't. Because you cannot ignore someone forever. And they will stand there forever, picking at everything they know about you, the tiny little scars they see up your arms, the scars they caused. And you will eventually snap. You always do. No matter how long you ignore them, you always snap in the end. Always.

The truth is, eventually these people will grow up. They may regret, they may not. Odds are on the latter. Just because you're diiferent, you stand out, they pick you to beat down. But think of it this way. You are different. you are different, and they aren't. There will be hundreds of people just like them. Hundreds of people who will bully you and hate you, but in the end, that's it.

That is all they're worth.

That is all they'll ever be.

You can be so much more. You are so much more. And you will have the last laugh. Whether it's the scrawny kid who got the snot beaten out of him every day then steals the quarterback's girlfriend in college, the hippie who gets a degree in law, the reject who becomes a CEO. Or the overachiever who becomes a best-selling novelist. We are what we let ourselves be.

Let yourself be wonderful.

Let yourself be magnificent.

Because that is what you are.

What you will be.

~Half-Moon Scars, by Anonymous

"I've always had problems with bullying, but recently I've had some issues with cutting, except instead of using razor-blades, I instead decided to use my fingernails. Now, after about two years of off-and-on problems, I've got all these dark crescents up my left arm. This is me deciding to stop."

STOP IT, by Aly Delizo

~Stop It, by Aly Delizo

BULLYING, by Mickala Patterson

The words cut deeper

Then the blade ever did

The pain last longer

Then the scars on their wrists

They try to shrug it off

They try to make it a all joke

But every night they choke

Back the tears and pain

Wondering if their lives will ever be the same

But that is the game

That bullies like to play

Their Stuck in a rut

Never to prevail

The once passing grades

Soon start to fail

Teacher start to worry

Mothers start to fret

Both have seen the blood stain

On the child's pure white vest

Pushing and name calling

The torturer never ends

Not until you decide to be a real true friend

Make your voices heard

Don't be afraid to speak out

And maybe one day

Some day

Bullying will be forever stomped out.

~Bullying, by Mickala Patterson

DON'T LET BULLIES IN YOUR HEAD, by Linda Regula

~Don't Let Bullies In Your Head, by Linda Regula

DEFINE YOURSELF, by Jocelyn B. Dorsey

~Define Yourself, by Jocelyn B. Dorsey

"This is a quote I found over the past semester when some people were being...well, mean. I made it into a desktop for my computer to remind myself to stick up for other people and to not keep quiet about things that matter. This was made in Paint.NET and feel free to download it as a desktop."

NEVER AGAIN, by Alaisa Cowherd

The tears fall from her face

Like a river that never ends

The pain that she feels

Clawing its way through

They laugh and joke

Not seeing what it’s doing

Tearing the hole bigger

And destroying her soul

Should she suggest suicide?

The pain consuming her

She just wants it to end

They still laugh and joke

Hiding behind a mask

The truth that others see

Seeing her face never again

They won’t say anymore

~Never Again, by Alaisa Cowherd

CONFESSIONS OF A REAL TEEN GIRL, by Keira Renée

Everyone always hears about teenagers having body issues or bullying in school. It’s so common now that people don’t even think about it. Adults just accept that it’s going to happen to their kids and they’ll “deal with it” when it comes up. But it almost never comes up because teenagers won’t bring it up. I know I haven’t.

I have dealt with a lot of those topics and each varies from minor to major in my case. Only three friends have the most knowledge about it all, but not all of them know the same things. My parents know I’ve been bullied since 6th grade but don’t know the extent of it or what it’s done to me. The emotional scars I carry around are mine to bare, but my heaviest secret has been shared with only one other person.

The start of middle school is usually when everyone begins to break away from innocent elementary students into high schoolers. A teacher I had once said that middle school girls can be the meanest girls in the world. He wasn’t wrong. There’s only two types of middle school girls—those who harass and those who are harassed. Guess which one I was as a budding Goth?

It started with one girl who actually shared the exact same schedule with me. My mom told me that we could be good friends because of that. Instead, it turned into the worst thing that could have ever happened. We had an okay start to a friendship before she decided to turn on me by suddenly calling my best friend and I “lesbian lovers”—a statement that lasted throughout all five years so far. She became friends with one of my oldest friends and managed to make her make fun of me as well.

She once stole the lock from my gym locker and my gym clothes, hiding them all throughout the locker room. This girl had the audacity to try and make the choir teacher believe I cheated off of my best friend’s exam. Her claim fell through and the choir teacher pitied me and my best friend. At the end of the year, on our final report card, she thanked me for standing up for my best friend. It actually made me angry because I thought she thought I was doing it because I felt obligated to protect my friend. I would speak in her defense without even thinking about it and the last thing I wanted was for a teacher to think I was only just trying to do the right thing. It was much more than that.

A girl I met in my 6th grade reading class was once paired with me to do a project. That first day, she said to me, “We’re gonna be great friends,” and I agreed. Last year, she was in my geometry class and was against me and my best friend that entire semester, her and her best friend being the most active in ruining our lives. The stress those students gave me in a class I already wasn’t good at brewed together and made me fail with a 50, forcing me to go to summer school (where I passed with an 80 in less than 10 days).

They always had something to make fun at. From what I was wearing to what I said to what bookmark I had in my book. It never stopped. 7th grade was the absolute worst. The guy who is still at the forefront of the army of hatred made his presence known that year and hasn’t let up. The following year, he told me it was all a joke but continued to harass me and my friends.

One moment I won’t forget about him is at lunch one day in 8th grade. That year I had met my second best friend, who happens to be gay. The guy called my name and only said to me that my new best friend was gay (this was before he came out). If we were anywhere but school I would’ve said a lot more than I had. All of my friends seemed to be the target of hatred and it only made me feel worse for not making it stop.

At the end of 8th grade, in my math class we had to write notes to each person in the class and tell them something nice, etc. There were two girls, one of them being the pioneer of my voyage on the sea of bullying in middle school, in there that I would have to write nice notes for. I struggled with going the easy way and writing something like, “I hope we’ll be friends in high school!” or actually writing what I felt. In the end, I wasn’t going to let them think I had forgotten.

To each of them I told them that what they had said to me and about me would never go away and that I could never forgive them for what they’ve done to me. When we got our booklets with what the others had written about us, they had both admitted that they hadn’t been nice to me but hoped that we’d be friends in high school. I never talked to either of them again.

High school wasn’t any easier. With three or four middle schools pouring into the class of 2013, it meant a lot more people could become bullies. And they did. From my first day as a freshman to December of my junior year, I dealt with new person after new person joining the club to harass my friends and I. I eventually had a breakdown in December 2011 and my parents finally let me transfer out and into a school where I didn’t know anyone. No one talks to me except my two friends I’ve made and my life is much less stressful.

Just because I’m away from them all doesn’t mean I still don’t have those feelings. I’ve developed depression and I still have those times where I feel depressed for no reason. Sometimes it lasts a few hours and once it lasted a week. I can’t help it and I refuse to take anti-depressants because I don’t want to suppress my emotions. I still cry when I remember their words and I can’t forget them.

I have a few friends who used to cut or have thought about cutting. I once was at the point where I was about to pull the blade across my wrist when I chickened out because of my low tolerance for pain. No one knows I sat on the floor for a good minute, thinking about what to do. I haven’t done it, but I have thought about it for years.

In March 2011, the time when I was in my geometry class, I had become severely stressed out. One morning, about an hour before I had to get up, I woke up with my head and stomach hurting like hell. I got out of my bed and walked across my room to look out into the hall to find my mom when I realized that she was in the shower. My eyes had gone black like they do when you stand up too fast and I told myself to go lay down and try again when she was out. As soon as I started walking back to my bed, my eyes closed and I fainted. Later that day, I went to the doctor and found out I had lost over ten pounds in three or four months from stress. The new semester begins in December—meaning I began to lose all of that weight when I started geometry.

Even though I went in there for fainting and such, my doctor first asked me if I had ever hurt myself or thought about doing it. I know he asked that only by looking at my all-black clothing. I’ve admitted to you that I have, but I said no. My mom was in the room and knows nothing about this, and like hell I was going to tell a doctor everything. I’m very small and thin to begin with (I’m 4’11” and my normal weight has always been 98-99 pounds) and my friends jokingly ask me if I’m anorexic. I’ve never purposefully starved myself and I actually hate it when they ask me that. My doctor on that day asked me if I was bulimic, and that just about drove me over the edge.

As state above, I have never purposefully starved myself as a cry for help or to lose weight. I have, however, still gone a day without eating and I’ve told myself multiple times that I’d starve myself for a period of time. November 2011, on Thanksgiving break, my brother had gone to the hospital for a collapsed lung. My parents both spent the entire day there all week, leaving me alone until about nine, ten, or eleven at night when they’d ask if I wanted something to eat. Being left alone from the very start of the break did something to me and I told myself that I just wouldn’t eat during the break. I went about half a day before I broke that declaration.

I can think of at least two days where I willingly went without food and only drank a little water to keep from feeling hungry. Recently, I stayed home from school since I had trouble sleeping for two nights in a row and told myself not to eat—I only had a small amount for dinner and nothing else.

What all of it has in common is usually I proclaim a hunger strike whenever my parents decide that I’m not important or they yell at more for not doing something as I should (Example A, leaving me alone for a week; Example B, getting angry at me for staying home from school). I think it’s kind of a way for me to show that I have control over myself no matter what anyone else does or doesn’t do to/for me.

I feel very smug when I get through a day without eating or eating very little. I’m a teenager who craves junk food a lot and being able to say that I abstained from eating anything is like a small victory in something. Maybe these are early signs of all-out anorexia, but I can assure you that I have not gone more than one day without eating in a row in the two years that I’ve noticed my one-day fasts.

Whether or not I’ll increase the amount of fasts I go on once I’m living on my own in a year, I don’t know. Part of the reason why I don’t try to go longer is because I don’t want my parents getting onto me about it, so maybe that’s the only thing holding me back.

I love food too much to become anorexic for no reason, so I’d never go to the extreme of the extreme. I can’t really say what my future holds in this department.

A lot of teens have depression and high stress. I’m one of them. It’s real depression, not just when something awful happens to me or someone I know—it comes at random times and the only thing I can do is wait it out. I have had plenty of dastardly thoughts during those times but I have still yet to act on them. Doesn’t mean I haven’t put a lot of thought into them.

I mentioned already that I’ve nearly cut. I had been thinking about it since I was eleven (in the 6th grade), and only just about did it when I was fifteen. I’m almost seventeen now and I still think about getting over the fact that it’ll hurt physically in order to bleed out the emotional pain.

Depression can lead to that big topic I’ve been holding out on. Suicide. My best friend who’s been bullied alongside me since 6th grade once came to me in the 7th grade crying. It was during lunch and the people around us were still laughing at her for crying, even though she was telling me she wants to kill herself because of what they say to her. I was twelve years old and talking my best friend out of suicide. She’s still alive and probably doing a lot better than I am after all of this.

I’d be a liar if I said I haven’t felt how she did. Last year, suffocating in the stress of everything (including that Goddamn geometry class), I began to plan my suicide for a week. I was going to overdose on any pills I could get my hands on. Even though I planned it all out and I was really just waiting for the day that I broke down enough to act on it, I was still scared by the thoughts.

I’ve told only one friend about how scared I was by the thoughts but how I still wanted to do it. The only reason I’ve held it off is because she said she needed me. Being needed by someone is something I’ve strived for since I constantly feel like I’m left to fend for myself and treated as if I don’t exist.

Clearly, I haven’t gone through with killing myself. Doesn’t mean I still don’t think about when my breakdown will happen and I can’t stop myself.

Take what you will from this. Call me “emo” or other nasty names. Tell me I need to get some help. I’m still breathing and I’m still going. My tell-all isn’t for people to judge me, it’s for people in my place who feel like there’s no one else who’s felt as they have. I know I feel like that, even though I don’t let this side of me show to anyone, including my two best friends.

Since bullying, depression in teens, self-harm, and suicide have all become white noise to people, I feel a huge urge to fix that and show that the statistics you read have voices. We have names. We live or have lived through what you read about in the news and we fight the demons in ourselves every day. My demons come from those who decided to make my life a living hell even without them being here to taunt me. I hate going to places where teens hang out because I fear that one of them will be there, ready to add another scar.

Don’t worry about me. Don’t feel the need to tell me that things will get better. I don’t want to be patronized with false hope. I used to have tons of big dreams for myself but as the years went by and reality crashed down around me, I’ve only barely held onto two. It’s these two that keep me going, and as long as I have them then I’ll be just fine.

Yes, high school will end and I very likely will never see any of these people ever again. I can only hope for as much. But if you’ve never been inflicted with the pain that those hateful words cause then you can never understand why I’ll never be able to get over it. If you’ve been bullied, you know how deeply those words can cut and they never leave you. You can achieve all of your dreams after graduating but you’ll still remember how miserable those people made you.

If someone reads this and has ever been on the other side of my story—the one saying those hateful things—then you need to realize what it does to someone. You’re probably laughing and thinking my depressing tell-all is a bunch of whining and complaining. I know at least one person will think so. I’ve been told by the people who caused all of this that it was all a joke. It isn’t. My life isn’t a joke. When you harass someone to the point that they want to kill themselves, it was never funny. You may have a change of heart and apologize to the person, but they’ll never really forgive you because what you said before will never be forgotten. I know that if one of my bullies apologized to me, I’d tell them off for what they’ve done to me.

That’s enough of that. All I can hope for is that someone finds insight in this and is driven to change it so that another teenage girl doesn’t have to sit and write something like this. I’m not going to tell someone who feels like I do to just ignore them because, obviously, that doesn’t work. All I can say is hang in there and try to rise above it.

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“Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt.” -Abraham Lincoln

~Confessions of a Real Teen Girl, by Keira Renée

STOP THE BULLIES. SPEAK OUT, by Arwenknight

~Stop the Bullies. Speak Out, by Arwenknight

"People who are bullied and picked on need a voice, they need to know they are not alone out there. and someone does care enough to help them."

NAME CALLING, by Jessica Smith

I'm not selfish, because I'm writing this for all.

I'm not mean, because I don't know what that means

I'm not dumb, because I can write this

I'm not stupid, because I know that's a mean word

I'm not fat, because your skinny

I'm not ugly, because I've got a beautiful soul

I'm not weird, because I like who I am

I'm not fake because all these words aren't me

I'm not listening because I've grown tired

I'm not writing anymore because you should see, That all these names are just not me

There just who YOU make me out to be.

And I'm not a liar.

~name calling, by Jessica Smith

"I wrote this because i've noticed that bullying is just a big issue, it always has been and i just wish that the bullies would stop and think what that other kid may think or feel at the end of the day."

PERSPECTIVE, by April Johnson

~Perspective, by April Johnson

"I doodled this after watching a movie called Cyberbully and thinking about my own experiences with bullying. I wanted to try and get the feeling across that bullying isn't a joke and people aren't bulletproof to it, it hurts and makes people sad inside. The bullies might think it's okay, and the victim is just being a wimp, but I wanted to show the other side of it."

YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL, by Rachel Lockett

~You're Beautiful, by Rachel Lockett

"Don't let ANY ONE tell you that you are not beautiful!

You are and you Always will be!

Don't let anyone think less of you because you are young. Be an

example to all believers in what you say, in the way you live, in your

love, your faith, and your purity. 1 Timothy 4:12"

WHY WOULD YOU BULLY ANYONE? by Paige T. Robkoff

I'm a girl

I'm a boy

I don't have a specific gender

I don't know my gender

My name is too uncommon

My name is common

I have a baby face

I look older for my age

I'm childish

I'm mature

I'm young

I'm old

I'm a cry baby

I'm happy-go-lucky

I have many friends

I have 1-3 close friends

I'm in a gang with bad influences

I'm someone with excellent morals

I wear diapers

I wear underwear

I'm the new kid

I move around to much

I'm gay

I'm straight

I'm poor

I'm rich

I have siblings

I'm an only child

I'm a lesbian

I'm bi

I'm in main stream

I'm in special Ed

I think with an imagination

I think with logical sense

I have both parents

I have one parent

I have no parents

I'm adopted

I'm a foster child

I have divorced parents

My parents are still together

I'm popular

I'm a loner

My mom left

My dad left

I'm single

I'm taken

I'm pan

I'm trans

I'm not that bright

I'm very bright

I'm black

I'm white

I'm hispanic

I'm italian

I'm Asian

I'm a different nationality

I'm a foreign exchange student

I'm pale

I'm tan

I have a parent who is an alcoholic

I have a parent who does illegal drugs

I have a part time job

I have a full time job

I have no job

I can't read

I can't do math

I can't spell

I have glasses

I have contacts

I don't need glasses

I'm and actor

I'm an athlete

I'm a musician

I'm a cheerleader

I have freckles

I have red hair

I have black hair

I have blonde hair

I have brown hair

I'm sickly

I'm healthy

I'm thin

I'm heavy

I have a small bust

I have a big bust

I haven't hit puberty yet

I hit puberty early

I just hit puberty

I'm questioning my sexuality

I know my sexuality

I look too feminine

I look too masculine

I'm Jewish

I'm Christian

I'm Catholic

I'm Buddhist

I'm Pagan

I'm atheist

I'm agnostic

I'm a different religion

I'm a "goth"

I'm a "prep"

I'm a "nerd"

I'm a "social butterfly"

I'm tall

I'm short

I'm lactose-in-tolerant

I have diabetes

I have other food allergies

I have no food problems

My sibling has a disability

I have a family member with a disability

I have a disability

I'm a virgin

I lost my virginity

I was raped

I was almost raped

I was never raped

I was molested

I wasn't molested

My parents abuse me

My mom abuses me

My dad abuses me

My parents never abused me

I'm taking my time with my partner

I did it already with my partner within less than a year of us dating

I don't want sex till marriage

I already had sex after marriage

I had an abortion

I had kid when i was very young

I'm a teen mom

I'm teen dad

I had a miscarriage

I can't get fertilize

I have aids

I have an STD

I have two gay parents

I have one gay parent

I have straight parents

I'm democratic

I'm republican

I'm independent

I go to public school

I go to private school

I'm home schooled

I'm deaf

I'm blind

I can't walk

I can't speak

Bullying happens to me, to you, to everyone.

If we are alike in some shape or form, then...

Why would you bully anyone?

~Why Would You Bully Anyone? by Paige T. Robkoff

"We are all different for a reason."

WORDS HURT TOO, by Tay

~Words Hurt Too, by Tay

"Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words can never hurt me!"...The thing is...That's so UNtrue. Words DO hurt. A LOT. More than some people may realize! Words can leave bruises, cuts, burns...and countless scars!"