The Cuts On My Wrist

Hey everyone. This is a collection of people's stories about being bullied or bullying and also some advice and quotes and little things like that are included to help stomp out bullying. Please read and help us stop The bullying... every little bit counts to a better future. If would like to be heard please email me at and you can have a voice as well:) WARNING. This story may be a little depressing to those who are like me, and are bullied.


3. Co-author My story

My story…
Hey there I am the co-author. My name is Amber and here is my story.

So I was bullied. Yeah. But it wasn’t so bad until I started high school (In Other countries it is probably know as elementary secondary or middle school but for us in Australia it is known as high school from year 8 until year 12). I didn’t care what they thought of me because it was there stupid opinion and I didn’t let it affect me.
Soon when i went to high school the name calling started by one guy and his mates. I didn’t let it affect me. Soon the name calling got worse and a lot of my friends turned against me.
Things got more physical (That sounds so dirty let me re-phrase that- basically the things he said and did started to hurt me more emotionally and sometimes physical).

 I started to dread coming to school because of this one guy. Basically he was my best friends ex and me and him used to be really good friends when he was dating her. Even after they broke up we were still good friends until she said something about him because she was mad at him and he thought I had said it then we got into a huge fight. We hated each other from then on.

He would walk past me each day and mutter mean things under his breath and it kept getting worse and worse. Soon I started to get a bit depressed and thought about self-harm. I hadn’t showed a real smile for weeks. I faked happiness every single day and tried not to show that he was ruining me emotionally. I cried myself to sleep every night because of everything he said. He started turning my friends against me and soon I had no one left. His ex who was my best friend still had feelings for him and hated me for hating him. My other friend started to hate me because I was friends with his ex. I soon had no one except my family. I had quite of the thought of self-harm but pulled back from it. For so long I tried to stop myself from starting. I reported him at school but nothing ever got done and the thoughts just got worse.

Soon I thought no one would care about me. I thought of self-harm but could never bring myself to do it so I didn’t. I thought I wasn’t pretty or anything because I was bullied and I have been rejected so many times. I wore so much makeup and tried to fit in but I always somehow stood out and it wasn’t in a good way.

No matter how much I tried to change things just kept stopping me. I stopped wearing makeup so much because of my acne and I looked like a slut. I never started self-harm because of my family and the few friends I had left. I still get bullied today but not as much… I hated myself so much and still do.

So that’s my story...

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