|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 May 2009||agustina||i want to write in the conversations|
|23 May 2009||Garry||I have recieved my reply from Mouchette, my intention I suppose is to show people that I am still alive. Although I drink more than a fish at the present, I have had a knife to wrists, but only made superficial wounds, I have hung myself by my own belt from the back of a door, but fought like hell to stay alive. Although my wanton desire to die may exist, I am still here. What does that say to people? I pray to die in my sleep most nights and it does'nt happen, maybe I have to stay for a reason. what I don'nt understand, is how a person can make a decision about you being the right person, you change that person's life, give them everything only for them to change their minds later on, what has happened to the world and....Love? Stay with me and post your thoughts here, all are listening!!|
|22 May 2009||The Sadness Tree||"Sleep, those little slices of death, how I loathe them."
- Edgar Allan Poe
The Sadness Tree
|22 May 2009||God Why?||Is this real!?
|21 May 2009||M.M. a.k.a. billy the freak||hello friends,
you...i don't know what to say. you are certainly thought provoking. you are so right, mediocrity is sure fire way to a simple life. i find being educated, talented, and different in a dumbed down society makes you a target on many levels. i live in a place where they cannot read, but can certainly multiply further diluting humanity. am i renegade? am i an anomaly? i don't feel as if i'm a part of everything else.
please, before you kill yourself consider billy's suicide solutions to give you the perfect end to a not so perfect life. email me for a quote.
you really should only stay up till 3:00 in the morning if you are reading through my past post. these can be found in mouchettes favourites archive and of course in the fameous users search under billy. watch the movie donnie darko i think this will put some of your thoughts in perspective.
oh, elaine and joe lee great to see you again. now lets see if we can get some of our old friends to visit.
I think we need more friends to make the game interesting.
billy the freak
|21 May 2009||Hey guys, really I was going to do it, but i decided that id give it another chance... And now im happy, eventhough i still have problems, most probably more than what i had at the time, i konw how to deal with it now. I think its a question of getting to know yourself. There was a great entry a while back, it was about a monk and a guy and the reason for life, go check it out. it made me think|
|21 May 2009||Anna||Pills from parents med cabinet. There is always something at least as lethal as aspirine, in proper dosage can be deadly. Plus, noone asks questions when kid is buying aspirine...|
|20 May 2009||nicole||i think that if i juss drank 3 bottles of the sleep medicine in the cabinet i wont hurt and it would be easier for me too and shit nobody would care|
|20 May 2009||lysistrata||when you kill yourself, the wrong shit wins...there's life after you're a teenager (seems like everyone forgot that here)...and what makes you a loser is taking the pussy way out of life just because someone is mean to you. grow a pair. life isn't easy for anyone and you're ignorant and blind if you think even one person on this planet feels good and safe...we are all confused--and how are u supposed to decipher this crazy reality we live in if give up your time early? Memento Mori...we all meet this end someday...it is inevitable, needs no help...the trick to life is staying alive LONGER than the assholes that fuck it up...u won the lottery when you were born THINK ABOUT IT...what were the odds that YOU get to see this place...I used to think about suicide a lot...but I've decided I'm a fighter, not a pussy who's gonna let all the dicks in the world fuck me out of my life...i won't fuck myself out of it either|
|19 May 2009||ssf||this site is still around and i havent been here since mid2006ish. wow! im shocked it hasnt ben shutdown yet.|
|19 May 2009||munster.||The end of the world is 2012.
That's like 2 and a half years from now.
Might as well hang on and see how it all ends, eh?
|19 May 2009||lost||pretty much read most of your reasons you guys suck. i want to kill myself because i live in a fucked up country with a fucked up judicial system. MY father started as a congressman then later won as a senator apparently he screwed with bigger fish and wat they did in return was to fucking destroy him by providing some woman witness which by the way was an admitteddrug user and guess who did those fucked up individuals chose? ME! but fucking truth be told i was in california when it fucking happened. had all kinds of evidences from documents to fucking over fifty witneses attesting i was had a paycheck issued to me close to the date even had days proving i was working round about the time that heinous fucking crime happened three women stabbed to death. best part we lost the fucking case.|
|18 May 2009||Garry||I'm 37 and my wife of 18 years has just cheated on me with a guy 10 years younger. I have know of her sordid affair for 5 months and have tried to be supportive until she admitted sleeping with him, then clams up on me and does not talk. I am now alone and in so much pain. The wine has no taste, food no flavour, the sunshine offer no joy and you cannot smell the returning spring. I want to end my life so much. My 3 children are sickened with her, but what do i do?
I want it all to be over. If I had the balls, I would have done it by now, but the hours are ticking away and I can feel it coming. I have been sleeping on floor for nearly a year, I'm not at home, she has cheated me and I have lost all. I've been through medication like smarties and gone cold turkey at Easter, as it amlified the suicidal thoughts and nightmares were intense. I wish I could offer hope, but, cannot where there is only desparity. I wish you luck in life and all of you are in my thoughts.
|16 May 2009||Enzyme||O.K. my charming undead miscreants. Captain Enzyme is back with more. I really should be writing my screenplay but I do love all you demon bats so. Gotta post. First off, it seems that old shuddering hag, "lack of love/loss of affection/isolation" is still bogging everyone down. Again and again. Shes a suppurating spinster that wont relax her grip on your throats my dears. So lets take her on. Many of us naturally suffer from the paradox of a loveless, peppermint-flavored existence. Counting on our clawed fingers the people that adore us. The list diminishes. You choke on the hissing feline sensation that youre a cog in the machine, a drowsy doddering afterbirth, shuddering and clawing your face off while no one takes notice, yes? I know my darling dryads, I know. Truth is, the acquisition of other humanoids who adore you is a poor qualifier of ones merit. Think upon those slogging peons you know who have the adoration of other carbon-biased forms of life. Honestly, are they as lusciously sensitive as you? Do they wrap their animal spirits in warping insanity and eternal goblin delight? Didnt think so. How many times have they watched Labyrinth, huh? Most likely they are not interesting, not in the cosmic Dirk Bogarde sense anyway. Run of the mill (great term!). Why? Because the less complex of a creature you are, the easier it is for others to convince themselves they love you. The more of a blank attractive slate you are, the simpler it is for others to project their ideals upon your Etch-A-Sketch scalp. We beasts of the underworld are few and far between. A rarified endangered species, and we can only truly mate or flourish around our own kind. You know of what I speak. Some of you may even be married, with comrades abounding, but still the grip of chaos and isolation tightens inside your golden ribcage. The shuddering clarity you fear is omnipresent. Deep down in the copper mine of yourself you know they are not your real tribe. Not your breed of cerebral cortex. So you feel alone. Pitiful. Trapped. All you really long for is other rare shuddering psychokinetic underlings who, like, really really grok you, man. Naturally youre going to be disappointed if you expect us to be around every corner. Its like digging up your yard looking for moles and expecting every mole you find to be a rare Brazilian naked mole-rat with corrugated albino eyes worth millions on the naked mole-rat black market. Aint gonna happen. Nor would you want it to, think of the adverse effect it would have on the mole markets price fluctuation. Regardless, you see the point Im making here. So what can you do? Well, think of your vibrating demonic dawn-soul as a submarine beacon humming and transmitting radio signals out across the interstate to the rest of your creed. If you are indeed an endangered species you owe it to the rest of us to stay alive, if only so the ecosystem isnt clogged with boring happy people who love life, have great sex, and walk around with frozen grins on their Plasticine features. Cant let those punks win out. What would you say to the last of the endangered monkey-whales drifting through the cataclysmic deep of the oceans womb? Cherish your rarity. And invest in naked mole-rats.
Love Enzyme, of the Petrified Forest.
P.S. Plus, by some miracle you could grow up, meet Mouchette at some subterranean cocktail party, fall in love, and travel around the country killing people and living in tree houses ala Badlands. Hey, it could happen, you never know
|16 May 2009||Cassie-Olivia||Well I Havent Tried Anything Yet Really, Only Havee Been Slitting My Wrists On Thursday Night I Slit My Wrist Open With Glass And Was Bleeding For Two Hours, I Need Help But Im Slowly Loosing Friends, But Theres No Need Too Kill Yourself...Everyones Dieing Every Second! I Cry Most Nights Because Im Having Loads Of Trouble With My Family, I Need Help Can Anyone Suggest Anything Im Thinking Of Hanging Myself. Im Not Sure Need Help Anyone?|
|14 May 2009||Fred||Tell your dad you slept with his best friend !!!|
|14 May 2009||vee||well im 17 aht the moment, aht 13 ive never thought of killing my self, but the past 2 years i have... right now i feel like hanging my self, im looking around in the net the best way to du it. i cant live my life nomoa, i jst feel so sad angri. but mostli sad|
|14 May 2009||set free||i want out of this misery. i want to kill myself. if i have disapperaed off the earth in a week please dont cry for me and know im free. my soul hurts and im through with this shit. a knife is good for cutting and so is a blade but a gun can end this pain of unlovingness, and hurting without no more than a quick pull. its no longer important to try and impress nobody. id rather be dead and have my soul set free!|
|13 May 2009||Shilova||I've had fourpeople in my life commit suicide. The first was when I was in middle school. He was a regular sort of guy. Older than me. Second was my high school band teacher, severa years after I graduated school. He was accused of having sex with a minor. The other two were my age, close to 30. Friends. One did it out of rage, his fiancé decided she wanted someone else. The other was accused of raping a woman. He was a policeman about to go into FBI Academy and engaged to be married. Anyone considering suicide at any age needs to realize that the isolation you feel is part of being. It's normal. All people, to some extent, are isolated. Only through communication do we truly know each other, but that is limited. No one knows your private thoughts, knows the person you are inside. This all being said. Suicide is a selfish and cowardly act. The pain and anger I felt that these people in my life gave up, not realizing how their death would effect others. One, there sister found him; the other two, their best friends; another, his wife of many years. No one is worth killing yourself, no event so tragic to give up on the gift life is to all. How about stop watching tv, the news especially. Stop hating yourself. I've been there personally. But life is exactly what you make it. Realize that no one is perfect, and people love you. Life isn't just today. Life is you being kind to yourself. To others. Looking at the sky at night. Seeing the trees sway in the wind. Stop with all the hateful thoughts in your head, put as much importance on the good in yourself and others instead of tearing yourself up. Life is hard. It will be, but you mean a great deal to people, even if you don't see it. Take one step, one day at a time. If you still feel you have no hope, TELL SOMEONE. Talk to a good counselor. I don't know about if a person goes to hell once they commit suicide. But I know that a person that takes his or her own life should have to endure the agony and heartbreak for those left behind, wondering what could have been done. PS. Insurance does NOT cover suicide.|
|13 May 2009||time warp||I'm 13 years old. I stay up every-night till three in the morning reading things people have written on the internet. I read this comic last week and when it ended I couldn't stop crying, it was so brilliant. The main character killed herself and her boyfriend couldn't save her, as she fell off the building everything in there relationship ran through her brain, the panel. The boyfriend then jumped off after her. "All for nothing, this is love" it said. I wonder if being so arrogant and bored at this age will lead to me having an unrealistic concept of love and reality when I grow up. I used to come home everyday and cry, I don't know why anymore. I'll probably still know the same fuckers I know now, when I get to high school. I'm sorry you're feeling down, I just needed to get away from saying things I would normally say. Im a masochist I guess, but at-least I'm not being satirical and making spelling errors to cover up my emptiness.|