|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?
|23 Sep 2009||find a shady looking char, buy x, od|
|21 Sep 2009||amy||i just want to say that i have been through and seen people go through the same as all you guys.. but keep yout head up guyss ur not alone there are many other people out there suffering depression wishing to commit suicide.. but just think of thelife you have it may not seem like much or like you have people there for you but trust me for each and every one of you there is somebody that loves you and will keep loving you and being there for you you just need to keep on going no matter how much it hurts you because there is always gunna be a brighter future no matter what you think ! take care every body xoxo|
|21 Sep 2009||Felicia the don't feel so Great||I stand dumbfounded and perplexed, again weeping alongside Billy the Freak. My plastic face becomes immortalized. I sit at the Bar of Mouchette, to get pounced away once more with the joke of Tiffany diamonds promised to me and finding that they were nothing but a fake.
A screaming of blasphemy yells behind me. I am haunted everyday. I wake up every morning and see the sun rise piercing my eyes. I run for life and I dont turn back. I wreath in hate and disparity for the rest of the days of my life as I was scorned away by the depths of uncertainty.
I cannot erase my words, but they are not carved in stone. I might as well finish it off by dying of old age. I dont own Mouchette, never had, never will. I miss you Billy the weeping Freak. I miss you Lucy Cortina. My personality keeps changing. I am not the same. But Im not going to die, if I am, Im already dead inside.
We walk amoungts the living dead. We make our own lives. We babble until we cant babble enough. But I know for certain we have much in common. We all bleed in our own little way.
|19 Sep 2009||LOSER||TO JACKLYN- CAN U EMAIL ME PLEASE? I NEED SOMEONE TO TALK WHO WONT TRUN ON ME. IM LOST, ALONE, SUICIDAL, DEPRESSED. IVE WANTED TO END IT NOW FOR 4 YEARS. PLEASE CONTACT ME. THK U|
|18 Sep 2009||Jackie-Boy||im lonely.. someone smoke a joint with me|
|17 Sep 2009||Ray||You fucking people piss me off. I'm athiest and to tell you the fucking truth, if you think you need suicide to answer your problems you're probably right. But if you commit suicide you're a fucking pussy that will never get laid. Stupid panzy ass motherfuckers.|
|17 Sep 2009||Melvin||grow up you fucking loser|
|17 Sep 2009||ready to die.||What does it take to die? I live in arlington texas and will leave the keys to my two cars and house if you will just kill me as quickly and painlessly as possible and not hurt my dog. he has a good home to go to. I want to go and am ready. I died a long time ago spiritually, now i just need to kill the body. I have enough to take to make it worth while.|
|16 Sep 2009||Legs||Today, I had to drive my father to the old house we used to live in. She was there. They started fighting. Screaming. I had to hide at the foot of the driver's seat, under the stearing wheel so she wouldn't recognize me. The neighbors started turning on their lights and looking out the windows. Their words bounced off the walls. I hated it. Why couldn't she just disappear and never come back?
I had the flu. I was horribly sick. I missed three days of school, and I started wishing that death would come. I hate being sick every two weeks. I don't drown myself in junk food. I try to exercize. I try to be as hygenic as possible. But I keep getting the horrible throat sores.
I've had many thoughts of death. But somehow I just cannot find a way to do it. Is it even possible to kill myself?
|15 Sep 2009||speed racer||Wait outside the ar i drink in and at 4am when they close just tand on the road by the exit, i promise i will run you over.|
|15 Sep 2009||i want to live in the wild||If you were the person you most wanted to be, who would you be? If you could be doing anything right now, what would you you be doing? If you could change anything in the world, what would it be?
If you were completely free to express your most dearly held dreams and visions, how would you do that? If you were wealthy enough to buy anything at all, how would you use and invest that wealth in a meaningful way?
If you had the time, the money, the knowledge, the energy and the resources to pursue your highest vision, what would you seek to do? If you were free from all the things that limit you and hold you back, in what direction would you go?
Stop for a moment and consider these things. Then consider this: There is no need to wait a single moment longer. You can start now to follow your most compelling passion, to achieve your most treasured dreams.
Yes, there are obstacles that stand in your way, but when you're living with purpose and passion, you will find a way around any obstacle and beyond any difficulty.
|15 Sep 2009||Bobbin||So fucking depressed. I hate almost everyone, myself included. Stupid fucking world.
|15 Sep 2009||JAMES||I REALLY WANT TO DIE BUT IM SUCH A FU$KING COWARD THAT I WONT BECAUSE OF THE LITTLE BIT OF PAIN THAT MIGHT COME WITH IT.IF IT COULD BE PAINLESS SOMEHOW I WOULD DO IT.I HATE EVERYTHING ANYMORE.I HATE MYSELF.I HATE MY FAMILY AND MY FRIENDS.I CAN NEVER BE AS SUCCESSFUL AS MY BROTHER WHO BYE THE WAY IS 2 YEARS YOUNGER.HIS ASS IS AT NC STATE ABOUT TO GRADUATE AND IM THE LITTLE FUCK UP RETARD AT HOME WHO WILL NEVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING OR SO MY PARENTS KEEP TELLING ME.FUCK GOD ! I DIDNT ASK TO BE BORN.I DONT CARE IF I GO TO HELL.IM KINDA LOOKING FORWARD TO IT TO BE HONEST.I THINK A CHANGE OF SCENERY WOULD DO ME GOOD.IF GOD EVER GAVE A FLYING FUCK ABOUT ME LIKE MY HYPOCRITE BITCH OF A MOTHER SAYS HE WOULD TAKE ME OUT OF THIS WORLD|
|14 Sep 2009||Enzyme||Dear Velveeta Death Rabbits
Enzyme, chortling mutant of the undergrowth, is back. Todays post is in praise of warm french-fries, mango-chutney dipping sauce, and evil. Im going to reach my withered hand out towards you, through the computer screen. If you pry open, and/or chew off my fingers at the knuckle, youll find a gift. A present. For you. Yes, you. An ornate silver box
and inside? An enchanted set of World War 1 aviator goggles. They should fit, I measured your skull last night while you slept. Upon adorning the twin periscopes, activate the mechanism on the nose bridge. There! Now notice and observe
all around you
what was there before
and what youve never seen. The clandestine chamber reveals itself. With these goggles you can see the world as you wish it was. A new skin of time and space painfully sutured onto this insolent reality.
Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! The lifeless office temps slumming their way to work are leering jackals in pill-box hats! Billie Holiday has risen from the dead as an oscillating, gossamer specter! She whistles and coos her beaming siren call God Bless the Child. Breath out now, little rabbit. You are safe. Wrapped in my poison arms. Drink this mulled apple cider. Turn over the record. Know that I love you unconditionally. Know that.
Now turn off the goggles. You dont want to waste the batteries. Use them whenever you feel like a bad penny. Like a tin bucket collecting rain water. Like a set of false teeth.
P.S. Notes from The Underground you are at home with me, and have a lovely lexicon.
|13 Sep 2009||Matt Veron||Choose life I am a former witness to my best friend killing himself with a 12 gauge... over a girl.. I want those who are seeking advise. that i am a 29yr Father of a 4yr old and I've had my struggles but if you refuse my request to help I will seek litigation proceedings against you. just let me help! Suicide is NOT A FUCKING JOKE KID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!|
|13 Sep 2009||LM||I'm sick of the phoneys. The lies, deceptions, the FAKES. Pretending. You don't CARE, so make this easier for me. Stop trying to hold on because I know you find me revolting.|
|13 Sep 2009||Enzyme.
As, I read through you're writings, I can't help but feel at home. You embody something that I've grown up besides, a feeling possibly, that has always been nameless. I feel almost as though you are the modern 'Underground man', from Dostoevskii's 'Notes from the Underground'. A disfigured voice for a small and subtle existence...
I would go on, but my lexicon bothers me these days. So, I stay brief. Goodnight.
|12 Sep 2009|| The feeling is neither icy nor hot. Yet there is still no inbetween. Just this bland pulse that fixates in my body at any given time of the day.
|11 Sep 2009||jacklyn||How can you persuade this? I'm revolted. I think there should be something like a medium to talk about the thoughts about it, but this, this is, awful. I don't even know how it can be legal. I hope you are making money off of it you sick people. Good for you, take advantage of people's pain. And there should be something helping these people...., I mean.. REALLY??? This is sick. I Don't get it, I feel so sorry for you all. Makes me so sad. Your website will make it seem ok to think this way, are you insane?? I want to take all of you and do something soothing or helpful, and I think you website makers should be ashamed of yourselves. Call it something else, help people for godsakes.|
|11 Sep 2009||Anonymous||http://www.myspace.com/whoamibarcelona
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