|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.|
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?
|27 Oct 2010||already dead||fuck being under 13 i wish i had died years ago and saved my family a lot of pain and trauma i hate me and
wish i had a way out without hurting everyone.....want to see nic -_- ....x
|27 Oct 2010||heartbroken fairy||well probably get bitten by a snake or something...|
|26 Oct 2010||kali||I think im too much of a pansie to do it, but i wish i could. I was molested by my step father and uncle. I ran away and was brutally raped by a few guys. I ended up trying to get my life together, had three kids before i hit 24, and was married to a "great" guy, that worked and didnt do drugs or cheat, great guy? nope. he has been kicking my a** for 6 yrs.I wasnt allowed to work or leave house. he hit me Infront of the kids. i finally called cops, now im losing my house, my kids have no food, i have no help. i know my kids will miss me but i just want to give up. they will understand if i do. idk why im writing this.|
|23 Oct 2010||Jessica Climons||I was 4 when I was officially depressed. I was abused mentally and emotionally everyday of my life by my sister and the people in school or around the world. I secluded myself from the world and being young I learned that hating myself and not having friends was the way life for me was suppose to be. I hated God, life, my parents and started to become sexual at ayoung age. As I grew older the looks became more important and the people jugded me more untill I drunk cleaning supplies to try to kill myself. It was God in MY heart always telling me to vomit or pass out when I took pills and to not go on with it. I tried to get my life to god but the devil always had his clutches on me. Because of my low self esteem he always had me. I hated my father and mother because I felt they werent there. But when my mom found one of my numerous death notes she took me up for pray and a man told me something that mom told me but it meant more from a stranger saying "I love you. It will be alright, and YOU ARE WORTH SOMETHING!" you kids werent put on this earth for no reason or to be an example of imperfection being stupid or being full of flaws, or whatever thats bothering you people to kill yourself you were put in this world to do the good. I LOVE you people e-mail me I LOVE YOU i can be there for you just dont give up life because the devil is urging you it took me almost 10 years to be free and Im only 13 right now. The devil is going to show you what pain is if you kill yourself being in gods light is work [hell yes] but it worth every second of work to noitce you feel happy. God bless you e-mail me firstname.lastname@example.org im there!|
|22 Oct 2010||skye||Dont kill ur self i no how u feel every day like ur nothing i feel that 24/7 but u r better than that im only 13 and iv all reday tryed 2 kill my self twice and i regret it like the time i cut my arm with a sharp knife i regret it coz now i have a ugly scares on my arm 4 the rest of my life i also hate going 2 skool everyday coz of what ppl say bout me but i dont care let them think what they want and if u need some 1 2 talk 2 send me a message my MSN is email@example.com so if ur thinking bout killing ur self dont do it ur better than that|
|21 Oct 2010||Annon.||I am 13, and would love to share my two sense. However horrible life may be, there is always some brief moment that you live for. If you play soccer, you would understand. You can either sit on the bench for 45/60 minutes, but kick butt when you play, or you can play 45/60 minutes, and not really try. If life sucks, just try to wait it out, and when you get 30 seconds of fun and joy, make it be worth the year it has taken you to get to it. You were put on this earth for a reason, so decide what it is, and do it. If you are considering suicide, I beg you to put it off for a day. Just 1 single day, and in that day, make life count. As I said at the beginning, I am 13, and am just sharing my thoughts. I can only beg you to not kill yourself, but I con not force you to not. If 1 single person reads this, and finds 5 seconds of happiness in their life, Then they may reconsider suicide, and in turn, I will have succeeded. If you need someone to talk to, just email me. firstname.lastname@example.org|
|21 Oct 2010||Omg who r u what the fuck r u doin to kids u dumb....|
|20 Oct 2010||Oscar||Bleach, and plenty of it. Nom.|
|20 Oct 2010||emily||i am 14, my sister is bipolar and is a constant witch. she sometimes physically attacks me, swears at me, and belittles me. my parents are divorced, it was a violent breakup. now my dad basically lives with us and mom and dad are dating. i cant take my family life anymore. i cant take my life anymore. fortunately, or unfortunately depending on your view, i cant kill myself. so im not suicidal but i wouldnt mind dying. i just want a break.|
|20 Oct 2010||haha||watching porno and jerk yourself to death|
|16 Oct 2010||O, Enzyme.
How great it is, to come here after a long time and find more of your delicious words to read.
I wish I knew who you are so I could move near your home and stalk you every day.
Yours truly, an anonymous admirer.
|16 Oct 2010||Rafi||Your going to regret alot of things after you die...|
|13 Oct 2010||urgent heelp <3||hi im 13 n nuthin seemsright my mum n dad hav fought ever scince my father cheated wen i was 5 but my mother stayed for me my father dsnt care i heard him say ges gonna get me married at 15 prob so he can go hav a gud lyf with his 3rd wife n i cbb explain it but yh on skool i was in the best class but everscince i started living with my dad i went down to the lowest class im just an idiot now then i gad outside skool runour problems the onlliij thing tgat kept me livvin is my fwendz mainly one my bestie but recently we had a big fight n were done so knoe i feel lyk derz nufin to live for i thought bout suicide fo a week but i wanr it painless de onlii way my dads gonna wake up to his children is by me dying plz sumone help email or add zenab_chahine@hotmail i need sumone i hav noone nymore :( i really hate my lyf im thinkin of just takong random pills but im scared i still live wid damage. help|
|13 Oct 2010||Chelsea||I know im writing a lot, but your not a lone in this world. At 12 I got drunk and laid down in front of on coming traffic. I didnt care. My friend who lived across the street got to me before a car did. Second time I slit my wrist. Woke up at the hospital. The state i was leaving in let me decide if i wanted to leave my mom. I did. I had tried to kill myself and she was in the hospital screaming at me. She was told to leave. I never saw her until 9 years later. Foster was ok. I lost my foster dad after 3 years. I never thought i would ever have that. It was worse than the abuse loosing him. My foster was never the same at 15 i was a lone again. That feeling has never left me, but im here im trying i want to be happy everyone deserves happiness. The one thing that kept me strong and i can honestly say after i was done crying i always told myself someone out there has it worst than me. Doesnt mean thats good just reminded me not to complain because my life could be worse. I am just one of the walking wounding.|
|13 Oct 2010||Chelsea||I tried to kill myself twice when i was 12. Im now 22. I cant really say I regret trying. It was my escape. When I was 5 my cousin who was 16 was molesting me. It started when I was a sleep at night. I woke up in the mornings with my underware off almost every morning. At 5 i could never understand why that was. I thought it was me. Until it started while i was awake. My mom and moved us away. She saved me from that monster but that didnt protect me from her. She was acholic and drug addict. Never home. I raised my little brother. My older sister only cared about herself. When my mom was home i was beat. Thrown through the front door , black eyes going to school, my sis and mines head banged together or into walls, kicked in ribs. Things that are imbedded into my mind. My grandfather tried to molest me two years after my cousin. I knew better. Mom wouldnt believe me. I was in and out of foster care more than 4 times for periods of 9 months at a time and then returned.|
|12 Oct 2010||Amy moir||Im 14 so i guess this is irrelevant.Im so fucked up,my mums drunk right now,trying to pick a fight.i cant take this,not tonight.i cant stand the shouting,i miss my dog.he died. i miss him.my friends dont understand,they dont know how i feel when im alone,the countles times i imagine my death. pills, hanging, shooting, suffocating,drowning, jumping, cutting. .i just dont have the guts to follow through.i want to die now,i want to die tonight,but i wont.
Add me on facebook if u can help. im Amy killjoy moir.
|11 Oct 2010||Enzyme||My dear, lilting, eviscerated, death-rabbits
Too long have we been apart. Yes, it is indeed I, Enzyme. Back with hands of fire. Back to stir the cauldron of woe.
Mouchette! My lovable lil antichrist! Let me kiss your pale, evil feet.
Today we shall cross the river styx and look at that pernicious vortex: Loneliness.
It is a cry many of you adorable death-rabbits espouse. I know. I know what its like. You sit on the bus, a gargantuan, plastic maggot carting you to and from work. Or maybe in your car. Or maybe on foot. The transitions of life are the most wretched for the lonely peon. Its the going to and from. When life grinds you down to the knuckle. Thats when loneliness cracks your skull and pours her syphilitic powder into your cerebral cortex. You think Wasted time. Who could ever want me? Im too complex to love or understand. Look at these worn faces. Theyre avoiding my gaze. I could spit up blood in front of them, speak in tongues, summon Achilles and they wouldnt bat an eye. Nothing changes. Nothing ever, fucking, changes.
Perhaps once you werent lonely. You cast your spirit back there. To that basement in Brooklyn. That skinned wheat-field. That wide, acrid beach. Existence seemed endless then. Full of rare, ratified adventures. And now?
I know, little mice. I know. But what IS this thing called loneliness? We use it freely to describe our maudlin state but what does it truly imply? To be lonely means you dont like being alone. But thats not true, is it? Like all good creatures of darkness, Im sure we all love our lairs, no matter how pathetic and venial. Ahhh the late hours of the night, up in my tower, playing David Bowie, watching Twin Peaks, reading 19th century French literature. Im at peace. In my smoking jacket. Eating smores. You all love your solo time, am I right? Thats why God created Mozart and masturbation. Great combo, by the way.
So if being lonely is not really about hating to be alone, what, pray tell, is it about? Perhaps it is a need to be WITH another human being? To talk and converse, to suck on their genitals, to hold them and cry. Yes? Maybe THATs what we want? More people.
But lets be honest, my little zombie tap-dancers you dont really LIKE most people, do you? I mean, most humans are rather boorish, dull, witless, and uptight. I mean, if MOST of the population was teleported into your cage and demanded to be your constant companion you would cringe in horror. You??? In my lair? Messing with my collection of Zap comix? Get thee gone!
Alright, so maybe being lonely is about wanting to be with the RIGHT person. The right person who would that be? Well unkempt hair and yes, a love of film noir. Weird teeth and a rye, pithy sense of humor adventurous simultaneously hi-brow and low-brow a fascination with evil but a tender, romantic creature at heart with a love of Cole Porter, punk rock, and good white wine. My god its me! Yes, you probably crave yourself, as an attractive member of whatever sex you wanna put it to.
But wait! You already have yourself not as another person, true but you do have what you want. As you. And maybe if you squint your eyes in the mirror, youre not really all THAT hideous.
So WHY do we crave another human being to love who is basically ourselves but more attractive?
The answer, little death-rabbits, is obvious.
We want to fully appreciate who we are we want to fuck ourselves, and adore ourselves, and vindicate our misery, and lovingly molest that beautiful, perfect, innocent creature we are somewhere deep in the recesses of our being and say: I love you, for the fucked up, adorable miscreant you are. I hate the monsters who did you wrong. I forgive you for your suffering. Im on your side. Youre not alone.
So loneliness is really the desire to truly love ourselves. And forgive ourselves. And really . You dont need to go through the awkward hell of internet dating to do that.
Free severed angel hands for everyone!
Enzyme of the petrified forest.
|10 Oct 2010||lind||I think its funny how everyone here is saying there is someone out there that loves you or it will get better. When you have no dad and your mom tells you she wants you dead at the age of 12 (im 18 now) kicks you out at 17 and you have nowhere to go. Everyone around you is of higher "status" and doesnt like to accept people who arent of the same status. You have no other family and your struggling to even pay bills. Please tell me whats happy about this at all. Ive tried making friends and all theyve ever done is terrible things to me. It hasnt been once or twice its been EVERY time. I used to be the most optimistic person ever but now its like whats the point. So youll find someone in the future and theyll upset you because they always do. Please everyone look at their lives and tell me theyve had more happiness than sadness because I find that hard to belive. Everyone is focused on themselves and their own happiness thats how its always been thats how it always will be.|
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|09 Oct 2010||The Depressed One||I AM ONLY 10 TURNING 11 AND I AM IN 6TH GRADE, JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL, EVEN THOUGH MY ELEMENTARY SCHOOL HAS SIXTH GRADE. THIS IS ONE OF THE HARDEST YEARS IN MY LIFE. ITS MY PRETEEN YEARS AND I AM SUFFERING ALOT. PEOPLE CALL ME THE BREAKABLE AND I AM VERY SENSITIVE AND ALL I EVER WANT TO DO IS CRY. I DONT DO THAT IN FRONT OF PEOPLE, I JUST CONTROL MYSELF,BUT LAST YEAR I COULDNT CONTROL MYSELF AT ALL. I USED TO CRY ALOT. DONT GET ME WRONG BUT I THINK THAT SUICIDE IS NOT THE ONLY ANSWER BUT SOMETIMES I DO. I DONT KNOW WHAT IM SPECIAL AT OR WHAT MY TALENT IS. I DONT KNOW WHAT DO WITH MYSELF. I JUST GO THROUGH ALOT, PEOPLE DONT KNOW WHAT I GO THROUGH OR HOW I FEEL. THIS IS JUST ME. I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO. MY EMAIL ADDRESS email@example.com AND I KNOW THAT IM NOT FABULOUS NO ONE IS NO ONE IS PERFECT. THEIR JUST PERFECT IN THEIR USUAL WAYS. IM SO TIRED OF BEING WEAK INSTEAD OF JUST BEING ME. IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTION ANSWERS OR ADVICE TELL ME AT MY EMAIL ADDRESS I MIGHT BE ABLE TO HELP. IM SO DEPRESSED. AND AGAIN CONTACT ME UP ON MY EMAIL ADDRESS firstname.lastname@example.org IF YOU WANT TO SAY SOMETHING. SUICIDE IS REALLY PAINFUL AND I DONT WANT TO COMMITE SUICIDE I JUST GET SAD AND DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF SOMETIMES.|