Heather♡.

Are you proud of yourselves?
Everyday,someone commits suicide,because of how you treat them.
Everyday,someone will go to school,having to cover up their arms because the words you called them,you hurt them in such a way,they felt the need to hurt themselves.
Everyday,someone crys themselves to sleep,because of how you treated them.
Everyday,you throw things at them,no matter how big or small,it doesn't matter,it's abuse,yet they go to school and put up with it.
Everyday,you look at somebody who's so insecure about themselves,they get so nervous and cry,and yet,you laugh?
Everyday,you pick on somebody because of their past,or because of their lifestyle.
Yet,everyday,they come to school smileing,that takes some damn right guts to be that brave,some damn right courage,too.
Do me a favour and like this if you're;
That 'somebody'.
Against bullying.
Believe this is true.
And then look at the amount of people and you will see how you're not the only one going through this.
I know I am all three of those. Help me get the word out and hopefully make them bullies realise that they're hurting you. And remember,stay strong<3.

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Okay, i've gotta let this out..
Mensioning no names, but if they read this, they should know it's too them.
When we used to play in the park, and i'd push you in the swings-I was bisexual.
When we used to pretend there was a talent show in the middle of the room, just to make mom laugh-I was bisexual.
When we'd argue and want too kill eachother-I was bisexual.
When we'd all get bored and have a laughing contest, who could make who laugh first-I was bisexual.
When we were at the park and i stuck up for you (On countless occasions)-I was indeed bisexual.
When we'd play wrestling, we'd winde eachother up, so it was playing-I was bisexual.
When you spread rumours around about me at school, too look good infront of your friends-Unfortunately, i am bisexual.
You call me fat, lazy, whenever we argue it's yeah, at least i'm normal and not a bi.
I am bisexual, not by choice, but it's who i am. Tell me, what is normal too you? You see people going around with dresses on, they're normal to themselves but to others, they will be weird. You see people wearing dark clothes, they will be weird to others, but that's what they want to wear, so they will wear it.
Being bisexual isn't the problem. It's the things people say to me when they know it's who i am.
I had someone walk past me the other day, i was stood there waiting for my mates. He come over looked at me smirked and threw his rubbish on me, walked away laughing. I felt hurt. So hurt that i could have stood there and cryed my heart out.
People push me around in school like i'm some kind off punch bag.
People laugh at me and whisper in their little group of friends, here's the lezza.
Oh and, nearlly forgot, kids at our school play football at lunch. The ball come over towards me, i went to kick it back, they said 'Ugh, don't kick it back we'll catch your diseace' I kicked it back.
These kids? Before i come out, they'd be nice too me, ask me for answers to everything, ask me for help. But because i come out, because i was true to myself, i get treated like a pile of shit.
Bet you didn't know this did you?
Bet you've gone through NONE of it.
Bet you're reading this thinking 'that's bullshit'
Well, bro, why would i make it up.
Don't fucking judge me when you have the slightest idea about my life. Even if you do fucking happen too live with me.

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Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. He can't handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends? They're sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? She's in shock. She can't believe it. She knew what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad... Bad enough for you to end it. She can't cry, she can't feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It's a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone's crying, your little brother still doesn't know you killed yourself, he's too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and doesn't stop for days. It's two years later. The whole school talks to a counselor/therapist at least once a week. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesn't know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go into depression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. She didn't succeed like you did, but she tried...your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day.
People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don't just effect you. They effect everyone. Don't end your life, you have so much to live for. Things can't get better if you give up. I'm here for absolutely anyone that needs to talk, no matter who you are. Even if we've NEVER talked before, i'm here for you

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