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.


51. Krystal

When I started Kindergarten, I only had one friend. I grew up in northern Wisconsin, so my skin tone was the darkest of the whole school. I went most of my elementary school years with only about 5 people I could call friends, and that was Kindergarten-5th grade. In my family, it's genetic to be... over-weight... so I always have been a little more... chunky... then the rest of the kids my age. I hit puberty early too, so between the fact that I was overweight and that I had already started to wear bras in 4th grade, I got picked on. I was sexually abused 3 times, but I thought it was normal. I went through the stress of having no friends, being made fun of over things I had no control over, and then having to keep a huge secret from everyone. By the time I was in 6th grade, I had 2 friends, more taunts and names coming my way because of my weight, and the stress of boys added into my problems. That summer, my "family" on my step-dads side disowned my mom, step dad, little brother and I. They spread rumors that we had stolen from my grandma. My oldest step sister told her best friend (who happened to be an ex-friend and girl scout members older sister) all these lies, so someone I trusted turned her back on me and told everyone in school the rumors about me started by my step sister. My family ended up moving to Nebraska to get away from them. I lost both my mom and my step dad to suicide and being pretty much abandoned and alcoholism. I spent time raising myself and my little brother... The first "friends" I made ended up stealing my stuff, lying about me, over all just being serious back-stabbers. The first boyfriend I had told me that he didn't even really like me, he just felt sorry for me. The second boyfriend only dated me because my "friend"'s boyfriend was friends with this guy and dared him to date me. After that I got teased constantly for coming out as bisexual. Finally my mom had enough and my little brother and I were sent to live with my dad. Now I don't get an opinion, and if my opinion is different, I get yelled at. The stress of everything, all my past, is all catching up with me. During the middle of my sophomore year of high school, I self harmed for the first time. Now I have 12 scars on my thighs, and the words "Fuck up" on my leg. I have thought of how easy it would be to swallow some pills and just end it all, because I really only have 3 reasons to live; my mom, one of my only best friends, and God.

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