Izzy's poignant poem revealed by mother
A poem written by bullied Brixham schoolgirl Izzy Dix reveals the torment she felt shortly before she died.
Her mother Gabbi has released the poem to show how her 14-year-old daughter was affected by bullies.
The grieving mum has also lodged a formal complaint with the chairman of governors at Izzy's school, Brixham Community College, about its anti-bullying policy.
Izzy was found dead at her home in Brixham on Tuesday, September 17. It is believed she took her own life. Chairman of governors Mike Morey said he was aware the college had received the letter.
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Mrs Dix said she had released the poem to bring attention to the issue of bullying in schools, communities and online.
She said: "I know this may be uncomfortable for people to read, but this is what was going on in my daughter's life before she died.
"In her own words, this is how she was feeling."
Izzy wrote the poem after attending an event with other youngsters, after which Gabbi spent several hours consoling and supporting her daughter.
Gabbi said they discussed bullying openly and came up with strategies together.
She said: "I want young people all around the world to think about the potential impact of their behaviour before they act.
"We all need to be motivated by love and kindness, not nastiness and hate."
Izzy's family and friends have launched an anti-bullying campaign in her name which includes a petition on the website Change.org calling for the closure of website Ask.fm. So far it has gathered more than 7,600 names.
‘I Give Up’ by Izzy Dix
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,
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
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…
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.