Järjekordne noor tegi koolikiusamise tõttu enesetapu ja jättis maha südantlõhestava luuletuse

Septembris võttis endalt elu 14-aastane Izzy Dix, kes oli koolikiusamise ohver. Tütarlapse ema leidis luuletuse, mille tagakiusatu kirjutas, enne kui oma kodus end üles poos. Luuletuse nimi on "I Give Up" (ma annan alla -toim.)

"Ma tean, et inimeste jaoks võib olla ebamugav seda lugeda, kuid see on miski, mis toimus minu lapse elus, enne kui ta suri," ütles tüdruku ema Gabbi Daily Mailile.

Izzi kirjutas luuletuse pärast seda, kui käis ühel üritusel koos oma eakaaslastega. Gabbi veetis hiljem tunde oma tütart lohutades. Luuletus kirjeldab, kuidas tüdruku koolikaaslased kutsuvad ta enda juurde selleks, et paluda tal lahkuda ja öelda, et Izzy ei ole nende seltskonda oodatud.

Endalt elu võtnud noore tütarlapse mälestuseks on pühendatud Facebooki lehekülg, millel on üle 4000 fänni. 

I arrive,
Happy and fresh,
Ready and excited
To celebrate the goodness.
I am eager and keen to have a good time.
As I smile from the bubbles of anticipation whizzing around my stomach,
I begin to see the crowd...
I see more people,
Many are happy and joyful.
They're there like me,
To celebrate...
I smile at them and say hello to the many faces I see,
They look shocked and surprised to see me...
I question their judgemental glares as I wonder,
'What have I done wrong?'
I see their drinks swilling in their fingers as their backs begin to face me.
I try to edge my way back into the circle of giggles and talking,
They push me away.
I stand still,
My eyes glazed and absent.
Suddenly they call me over,
I think, 'yes! They've noticed me!'
But then it begins,
They start to ask questions,
As to why I am there.
They begin to tell me that nobody wants me there,
They tell me to leave and that I am not wanted,
Not there, not anywhere...
My heart,
My head,
My body,
Numb...
I feel pricks of stinging begin to pinch my eyes as cheeks begin to burn.
'Don't let them see you,
Don't show them that you're weakened,
Weakened by their remarks'-
'Stay strong' I think...
But it's too late,
My palms, clammy,
My cheeks, streaming,
My neck, sweating.
I walk quickly away from the chanting and laughing,
My vision, spinning,
My heart, beginning to break.
I look down and walk,
My eyes drowning in a sea of emotion.
Another piece of me chiselled away by their cruel remarks and perceptions...
I give up.