I know when it began for me. When I started school. I never had the right clothes, to big, to small, to old. I was to fat. why couldn't I say my words right? To stupid or to proper. Nobody or attention whore. Stupid or nerd? Slut or can't get a boyfriend. Emo or to fake. There was always something. That ugly skank. That freak. Isn't she that lesbian? They would hit me. Threaten to kill me if I told on them. Threaten to cut the hair they were already pulling out. Steal things from me, hurt me. Call me things I didn't understand, and now can't bear to hear. Alone in the universe. My own family called me a mistake. Nobody seemed to listen to my pain. Everyone would turn away. So twice I tried to kill myself. But now I'm just the emo lesbian that tried to kill herself. "Maybe we should be her friend because she might come to school and kill us" "why are you different?" "Kill yourself" alone. And sad. And empty. So when does this stop?I moved, so now it's bette.  Only few dare to lay a finger on me. But I still hear the whispers that tear me to pieces. I'm someone different because of bullying. I hold myself like a mouse, and cannot bear to stand in crowds. I eat so little, because I worry about how fat I am. i worry, and I cry. My time has come and gone, the bullying can no longer take me down. Bit what about the others? THE OTHERS THAT ACTUALLY DO TAKE THEIR LIVES BECAUSE OF SOMETHING CALLED BULLYING THAT TEACHERS REFUSE TO PUT A STOP TO?! What about them? Who will be there? I want to see an end to bullying, because it hurts.