Izzy Dix was an intelligent, loving 14 year old, I wish I wasnt having to use was :( She was constantly bullied in school and online. Why she was chosen for this treatment I dont know. 14 year olds should never have to consider or even entertain the idea of taking their own life. Surely every bully must have even a minuscule moment in their life when they feel a little of what she felt. Surely they must understand what her life felt like under a constant barrage of these moments. Bullying isnt only reserved for children. This practice happens throughout all stages of life. A teenager though, doesnt have the life experience to draw on to put things in perspective or perhaps work on a way to bring it to an end. Izzy was vulnerable, broken and in need of help. When youre that age, everything matters. Everything is a big deal. You feel every relationship is it, every broken heart is forever. Every smile shines like the sun. Everythings amplified. To take her own life, she must have been truly broken. I look at a picture of her and feel my heart ache. I wish she could have held on. I have a feeling that her time in the sun was coming like it does with many people cast off as outsiders in high school. She wrote this poem not long before taken her own life. Today my heart beats for you Izzy. Lots of love, Richard xxx I Give Up by Izzy Dix 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. Theyre 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 judgmental 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! Theyve 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. Dont let them see you, Dont show them that youre weakened, Weakened by their remarks, Stay strong I think, But its 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.
Posted on: Mon, 28 Oct 2013 11:05:17 +0000