Please stand behind my back to observe me. I need to be scaled, weight, measured, poked, humiliated, let know what I am in your eyes. Please fuck me in the ass, in my mouth, insult me any way you can. Stick it. You can do it. I have no doubt. You are so strong and powerful, beat me, defeat me, loath me. I am your scapegoat, your boxing bag. The more you do it, the more human you are.

http://www.lambdaliterary.org/features/08/13/bad-romance-writers-and-suicide/
”And hang onto whatever feels permanent and real. Jeanette Winterson said that “Art saved me. It got me through my depression and self-loathing, back to a place of innocence.” But she also suggests a way out that is not suicide: “If you continually write and read yourself as a fiction, you can change what’s crushing you.” 

Those who do not act against bullying accept it.