The heartbreaking poem a 14yr old girl wrotebefore she killed

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Izzy Dix (pictured above), a gifted pupil who
had ambitions to go to Oxford University, took
her own life after complaining she could no
longer cope with being bullied, both at school
and online.
‘Izzy would come home and sob in my arms"
Her mother Gabbi said "They called her “ugly”,
“freak”, “frigid”. If she put her hands up in
class, she’d be labelled a “swot” and they’d
snigger at her, or make crude comments.
They’d exclude her from events, tell her to go
home, she wasn’t wanted. They’d turn their
backs on her, literally. When she did come
home, it didn’t stop, because it doesn’t, these
days. They name-called her by text, then
online. She’d log onto Facebook and get
abuse. Then onto that awful site Ask.fm and
be subjected to filth."
14 yr old Izzy committed suicide on September
17th. Her mother explained what happened
that night
"When she came home from school that
night, she seemed tired and a bit cranky.
We had words because I wanted to watch
The Great British Bake Off and she didn’t.
But there was nothing to suggest she was
going to do what she did. I remember she
painted her nails - she was so meticulous
about how she looked - then went up to
her room and did her homework, had a
shower, got her bag ready for school, laid
out her uniform. I popped in and we had
another chat about how the bullying was
getting on top of her. It was nothing we
hadn’t done 100 times before, and I’d
always give her the talk about how she
was stronger than the bullies.
‘Then I went downstairs while she got
ready for bed. I had a cup of tea and a
cigarette — she hates me smoking so I
did it outside. I was gone 15 minutes,
tops. In that 15 minutes my life was
destroyed.’
When she came back inside, Gabbi went back
upstairs to see if Izzy was getting into bed,
but the bedroom door did not swing back as
usual.
‘Something was blocking it, and it was Izzy,’
she says, and breaks down completely.
Her description of the hours that followed is
too awful to relate in detail, but she managed
to get her daughter’s body down and dial 999,
then ran hysterically into the street.
Neighbours tried to revive Izzy while she ‘just
took off’.
‘It’s all a blur. At one point I ran into a car. A
police officer had to restrain me.
‘I remember him saying, “I am so sorry to
have to do this” as he got me to the ground.’
Not long before her suicide, Izzy wrote a
heartbreaking poem about her ordeal. She
called it I Give Up. See it below
You can read the full story HERE