Reading these suicide pages you will find people seeking help and people offering their help. Some witness about suicide from real life experience, others who play along with me would pretend it's a children's game. Some make sick and cruel jokes about it, and angry people blame me for even mentioning the subject. You might also want to read my favourite answers. If you want your answer to be included here, fill in the form.

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What is the best way to kill yourself when you're under 13?

Quelle est la meilleure forme de suicide pour les moins de 13 ans?
08 Feb 2010 Jennifer Children suffer many things that most people don't understand. Before I was thirteen I tried to kill myself on several occasions. i thought i was alone and had nothing to really live for. It was the only option and all i could think about was how great it would be to finally get some sleep. But in all honestly no one is qualified to tell people how to kill themselves because anyone that is capable of typing it obviously has never been successful. I'm 17 now and haven't tried to kill myself in over a year which is a huge accomplishment for me because i usually don't last 6 months. So if anyone needs someone to talk to please email me at itendsinmisery@yahoo.com...i know its not the most inspiring email but i will lend anyone an ear. Please don't hesitate, i'm here for you
08 Feb 2010 inès vous avez tt la vie devant vous !!!!!donc restez en viiiiiiiiiiie !
07 Feb 2010 almost there the best way to kill yourself is to drink yourself to death. I mean, fuck, you'll have some good times, right? you'll go nuts at the bar and dance on tables and get into fist fights and crash your car (if you're lucky you might even kill yourself in a car crash) you'll have sex in stinking toliet cubicles and you'll try to kill your best friends for no reason. well, i know i did. and guess what? if you're hanging around piss heads no one will even raise an eyebrow! hooray for uncontrolled alcoholism! as they say drink until you can't feel feelings anymore!
i mean, life can suck balls... hell, i know. i won't go into it, my point is that the best way to make things better is to make a change in lifestyle. no one said it had to be a change for the better.....
06 Feb 2010 Biscuit Melvin You know when you see other people who are happy? I hate them. How can they be happy?

But it's because they're pretty and rich,
they have nice clothes,
and a car, a perfect boyfriend,
they're smart and
they've been places
all over the world.
They can talk to people
it isn't a problem for them,
they have friends
and that's why they're happy.
05 Feb 2010 Gennifer The problem with suicide and choosing the right way to die is the fact that you will never know the right way. I'm not afraid of dying, in fact I would embrace it at times, but I'm afraid of not dying the right way. I want to feel pain, feel life leaving my body when I die- like dying of cancer from smoking to many cigs. But I also want to feel the intense pain of being shot or stabbed. The idea of pills and sleeping would also be amazing. But if I had only one choice, one choice at all it would be jumping. To feel freedom. I used to spend all day thinking about this stuff even though my life was fine. Recently things have gotten better but you always remember those thoughts. Breathe deep, forem.
04 Feb 2010 Keenan You only got with 30 months, so live it up, live what you call life, and hopefully you may survive, but i doubt ill meet you. ill be away from the corpse filled streets. bye (:
03 Feb 2010 Rupa Plz suggest how to make a suicide appear as a accident.
02 Feb 2010 daphnee At the age of twelve I made may first attept by which I swallowed a bottle of over-the-counter sleep aid and cold medicine from the medicine chest. I then was place into pyschatric care and on medication. After my parents divorce some years later I began cutting. I have a ladder of scars tattoed on both my arms. I have attempted suicide another six times since. I have over-dosed on heroin and clonipine cocktails three times.
02 Feb 2010 Screwed Up Person When I was in the third grade, these three guys walked into the classroom and one of them shot themselves in the head with a shotgun. His friend then wrote words on the wall with his blood, then followed his lead. The third guy did the exact same thing...Ever since I saw this, I have been fucked in the head. I can't think straight, I have nightmares all the time, I'm afraid of people...And now because of all the lonliness and depression, I want to kill myself...
02 Feb 2010 cancerofhehead pills: 1,8% chances of success. worst choice. you d have to spend 6 years of your life in the warp trying in average 50 times to not even hope of succeeding. flying from 12 meter up: 65% of surviving. train: 10% of all attempts ended in survival. germany, that s where i live is the country where people commit suicide the most using train crashes, collision or decapitation, in worst case one in ten, integral amputation. that s how i dreamt MY future. who knows how body react when confronted with high speed train at 10m, 1m i suspect even 30 sec are enough for lethal reflex, the one that makes conscience jump for stupid will of specie to survive, and fail. amputation of both arms, one leg, the head has been sawnd back in place to the head, disjoined to 2/3rd, that s enough saving YOUR life a jugular and a carotidiss have remained intact, your BRAIN DAMAGE noone s bothered, anyway didn t you prefer life with all your limbs, or brain, hi ! hanging. noone knows, it all depends how you plan in, how much noise you make falling down the rope, and with whon you live. neighbours might be enough to save you even if you live alone you ve just borrowed a ladder from them. and EVERYONE knows you re a psycho in the neighbourhood.
stop, that s enough
i ve been watching this site again from work since experiencing drug induced suicide psychosis in deed. it s over now, let me just warn all about ABILIFY ARIPRIPAZOLE take it maybe if you re feeling low, anhedonic, catatonic, year after you quit, suicide story turns in quick. all effects in all users. i lasted only 2-3 weeks in my case, it can strech over 1-2 months never feel so low in hell, something hits you in the head, dopamine flux in the wrong place do it do it d o it now, quit murder then the voices, not like you hear them i just heard them think, "kill yourself", "etc etc", sorry that s just not when i feel like doing it, i d not end it that way in any case proving them right, i just want to act like death when i DON T CARE, even the pain, i m a medic, i know what it takes, pills dont work , never, in 98.2% of cases they don t, you just vomit in your lungs, whether 50 pills, 100, 200 (i ve not been further), sleeping pills, antidepressants, tranquilizersa, antipsychotics, even mixes won t do.
train
hangin
train
hangin
02 Feb 2010 shattered. people get through worse things then this right? some people get sexually abused by their parents and they seem to make it. i've just got to realize that this is it. he doesn't love me anymore, because i am nothing. i never was anything. i was put on this planet to be used and hurt. i am not special. i am not good for anything. i've got to stop dreaming and thinking that everything will work out. because it won't. some people get happy endings, and others don't. i don't get to be a teacher. i don't get to live with him or be held by him or hear his voice forever. he left me. and i deserve the pain because it is all my fault. and i shouldn't be surprised when bad things happen to me, because it should be what i expect, because that is what i deserve. i have to stop caring, and just take it. i am like a piece of toiler paper, to be used and then thrown away. i am nothing. i will never amount to anything. and nothing matters. nothing. nothing at all. nothing will ever matter. you are a zombie and you just exist. and good lord has promised that existence will never last forever. this will end someday. till then i just have to expect that i am nothing. i am nothing. i deserve the worst. good things happen to good people, and i am not among those people. my childhood was bad, my teenage were bad and so far my adult life is bad. i'm losing my soul at 21, but that's okay....HE promised that there is an end. HE promised, and I know that HE keeps his promises.
01 Feb 2010 destroyed. it hurts so bad. i just want it to stop. please, make it stop. please, please, make it stop. i'm not good for anything now....all i do is cry. it hurts so much inside. i just want to rip my hair out and run razorblades down my skin. i want to scream at him, i want to say "you promised to never put me through this again!!!" i want to know if ive been replaced. i want to know what changed. i want to know why he all of a sudden decided this. i want to know something. anything. its worse not knowing. is it ever going to stop? who ever said time makes things is easier, was out of their minds. time only makes it hurt more. who ever said that love is a good thing, was stupid....love just hurts, and in the end it doesn't even matter. you can love someone so much, that you give them everything you have....but still they find something that is not good about you and they go away. leave you for dead. in shambles. gasping for breath. love is a lie. everything in this world is a lie. and i am wrong. i am all wrong. HE keeps punishing me over and over again. everything i do is wrong. i am wrong, i am all wrong. i lost everything i cared for, all because i was watching fucking vampire diaries and it reminded me of him because the first time i watched it he was on the phone with me, and then i called, and he didnt answer, so i called again. and again. i hate myself. i hate everyhing. there is no one to talk to. there is no where to go. there is just nothing. i wish i was never born. i wish i was never born. there is just pain everywhere. i wish i was never born. i just need him so bad. but he hates me. because i am wrong. all wrong. i wish i was never born. i wish i was never born. i wish i was never born. all i have is this stupid forum where i come and fucking yap about how much it hurts, and im sure everyone just laughs and thinks i'm crazy. you don't know that i've been crying my heart out for the last 2 hours. for the last 4 months. they don't know that i had my bags packed, and then he said it wasn't meant to be. they don't know that i had my whole life planned out with him....and then he left. i just want to be gone. i wish i was never born. thats what he always said to me. it stressed me out. but i held my toungue, i cried alot, but i couldnt help but cry, i'm sorry. i stress him out. i stress him out. he is better off without me. he is better off without me. i am nothing. i am all wrong. i wish i was never born. i wish saying that would make it true. i hate myself.
01 Feb 2010 Cassie Does it make any difference whether you're under or over 13?

Regardless, I wanted to say that I'm here if anyone needs to talk. I'm willing to listen and I care.
31 Jan 2010 yezi find a very hidden, lonely place and bury yourself. That way you just fade away
31 Jan 2010 alisa daddysgun
30 Jan 2010 broken. i miss you. i'm trying not to think about you, but your always on my mind. everything is always hurting. life is so bleak without your lovely little australian accent, and your silly jokes, and your sweetness. your not that easy to forget. i'm telling myself that your better off without me. less stressed. that not having me in your life is good for you, and i've only ever wanted you to be good. it's so hard though. and it hurts so much. and there's not a moment of peace. i miss you.
30 Jan 2010 Dalyn I'm not going to bother telling you my own story, it's not nearly finished yet, and I'd hate to not have an epilogue to offer. So, instead I offer a very real, very sad testimonial to the question at hand: There was a young boy, nine years old that I knew from school. Why a child so young would hate himself so much, or even know the connotation of the word suicide is up for debate. Regardless of what demon he was waging war with in his heart, he deemed it necessary to commit this act himself. He waited for his parents to go out, leave him with his older brother, my friend, Dale, who was only thirteen at the time. Dale asked if he would like to come to my house, ride bikes to get there. His little brother, Eli declined. He said he would rather stay and play video games. When Dale left, Eli disconnected his nintendo, wrapping the cords together to create a strong rope. At about this time, he also went into the medicine closet and digested an entire bottle of his mothers antianxiety medication. He returned to his makeshift noose, stringing it from a wooden rafter on the ceiling in the kitchen. At some point he must have worried this would still not be enough, and went to get a tie of his fathers, wrapping that around his neck along with the cords. He stepped up onto the kitchen counter, leaning forward to wrap and adjust the cords, and stepped off into the abyss. Needless to say Elias did not play a game again. Three years later, riddled with guilt, Dale became addicted to painkillers, supplied by myself, from my grandmothers stock supply. He ended his life the same day, three years later, as his brother. This is a lesson in how suicide directly affects those in your family and around you. If anyone would like to hear my personal struggle and request help, or if you would just like to talk about anything under the sun, you may contact me on AIM: MyUtterVacuity or gunsandnapalm@live.com
30 Jan 2010 lara Maybe you should find that one thing worth living for to get you through each day...
28 Jan 2010 Leaf Rodersi il fegato bevendo coca-cola
27 Jan 2010 Courtney Hi. I'm a 20 year old female. I stumbled across this site after searching "best way to commit suicide" on Google for about the 5th time this month.

I've been battling depression since I was in middle school. The only thing that kept me alive was anime, music, and the friends I created in my head. I went to a psychiatrist when I was about 15-16 and she diagnosed me with major depression, social anxiety, and schizophrenia. I'm sure I'm bipolar too.

I was in such a horrible shape. I was so depressed I sometimes didn't even have the strength to take showers in the morning before school and I never did my hair or looked in the mirror. I wore the same 3 outfits every day to school for every week. I cried when I woke up and I cried before bed. I had no friends, but I didn't want any. I convinced myself that humans were evil and I should avoid them at all costs.

I started cutting myself when I was 15 because I heard it helps ease the pain. I had major mood swings and I would cry because of everything.

My grandma died when I was 14-15. That killed me. Nothing is worse than hearing your own mom crying that she wants to die because her mom died. When you're young, you think grown ups are strong and can solve everything. The saddest thing is realizing that they are just human and they used to be teens once too.

The first thing the psychiatrist said after only talking to me a few minutes was "we need to get her to a hospital ASAP!" So I went to a mental hospital for a bit. I never wanted to go back when I got out. That set me straight for a little while and I was determined to become a better person.

I got my first boyfriend when I was 15. He was my first love and he was the only person I talked to. He cheated on me and told me to commit suicide. I cried for so long because of that.

I recovered after a few years and I finally got a friend when I 17 in hopes that it would make me feel better and make me forget about my ex. He was my best friend. He died shortly after in a car crash. He said that we would go to college together, but we never got the chance. I went to college without him and became depressed because of it.

I was so lonely. I slept around with a few guys in hopes of curing my loneliness, but that just made it worse. I got a bad reputation. I got picked on a lot because of it. I've been called just about every derogatory name you can think of.

The most depressing things in life are the things that happen to you because of your own damn mistakes; things that you could have controlled, but didn't due to your won recklessness.

So here I sit, at age 20, setting an appointment to see the same psychiatrist I saw when I was 15. My mom and I cried in each others arms because of it. She says that belief in God would help me, but God does not help me. Some people get comfort from Jesus, others don't. I wish I did, but I don't. I was a deeply religious 15 year old, and yet belief in God still didn't help.

The only thing that helps and is keeping me strong right now is seeing my mom cry when I cry. I know it would kill her if I died. I would never want to put that pain on her or any of my other family members. Suicide is selfish, and selfishness is the cause of all sin.


Feel free to hit me up if you ever want to talk:

cowilliams1989@yahoo.com

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