I love my life. I want to start by telling you all that I love the life that my parents gave me. I love the life that I live. I love my family and my friends and I love everyone who's always been there for me. I love my life so much.

Two weeks ago, I overdosed. I overdosed on all sorts of pills, anything I could get my hands on. When I took the pills, the only thing running through my mind was how pathetic and weak I was when this bully threw me down and laughed in my face. He spit on me, kicked me and hurt me beyond compare. He's been doing this for two years.

I never said anything about it until I ended up in the hospital because I was so overwhelmed that I tried to end my life.

Again, I love my life. I love love love my life. There is so much love in my life. It's a great life. I love my life.

But this bullying brought me to the point where I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror. I couldn't stand to think about who I was.

I became my own bully.

I believed his words and I let them tear me apart and create a monster inside me.

I love my life yet I tried to end it all because of this one boy.

All it takes is one bully to take the life out of someone.

My life could be over right now. I could've been gone right now rather than here typing this. All because of this kid who I barely know and who barely knows me.

All it takes is one person.

All it takes is one person...

One person to bully someone.

One person to be bullied.

And one person to stand up.

So be that one person. Be the one who stands up. If you see something, don't just let it happen. Tell someone.

All it takes is a couple of words.

You could save someone's life.