|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?
|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.|
|13 May 2009||entry three||So, I decided today when I walked out into my dirty forest like backyard to smoke a cigarette, that it would be to mind boggling to put on a pair of shoes. I instead walked out in my socks. After which, they were covered in filth, so I took them off when I came back inside. I walked over to the dirty clothes hamper( a broken bage basket ) and then immediately turned around and got ready to throw them in the trash. Suddenly though I stopped my self, I had no idea what I was doing. I couldn't abide to a simple predetermined function. What's weird is I was doing basically the same thing, except the end result was different. Anyways I managed to stop myself and put them in the hamper. Things like this keep happening to me lately. I'll finish a sticky drink and go to wash it out and somehow end up in the bathroom rather then the kitchen. I'm loosing my basic brain functions.
-I don't know if I care, I don't know if I care about anythings. I can't think enough to remember names, yet the other day I sat and wrote something I was proud of, a story. Then I edited it with pure concentration, something I rarely have . It's one thing to have logic to justify something you believe in, but it's another to find apathy in perfection. I'm understanding the greater scale of all my actions. I'm perfectly diagraming and understanding my mistakes, my reasoning, my problem, and what I need to do to correct myself. Still, all I do is think about them, I don't take action, nor want to. It's not that I don't care, because I know I care. I'm just not sure what I care about and weather I can achieve anything within the confines of this life. I want to have flawless arguments that can be conveyed by facial gestures. I don't want to conform myself to any social structure yet I want the security It brings. All day I sit and I think about things, not stupid poetic notions either. I sit and I think about realism my life and what I need to do to appear successful. Im lost in thoughts about what I should be doing as I do it. Im in love with typical intellectual rebellion, I'm in love with her. I don't know what love is, I don't truly know who she is anymore. All is fair in love and war but my world is too mundane for anything that exciting. Life or death, it's better then this/it's the worst thing ever.
Welcome to confusion, welcome to isolation.
|13 May 2009||Kuborion||Remember, kids!
When you're asking for help on a site like this, it's extremely rude to kill yourself before it's even posted.
|13 May 2009||how you gonna be a getto thug and live in great britian? queen elezabeth took away all thier straps so now all they got is billy clubs?
here is an impersonation of a british gangster:
why you talkin rubbish? gon bash your face with me billy club.
isnt that silly.
|13 May 2009||douchecake||hey kids life suck and you need fun?
try glueing small frequently used objects to large objects that dont move.
example: tv remote. coffe cup of a teacher or co-worker. just use you imagination.
just inconbvienience them. it will make you laugh.
did i mention i am going to hell?
|13 May 2009||Kuborion||If you really need to convince yourself that life is worth living, then maybe the answer's just no.|
|13 May 2009||Kuborion||Y'know, this Enzyme person does make sense.
Read that post of his carefully. Or hers, of course.
|13 May 2009||rndy||drink the potassium but i dunno how to get those things|
|12 May 2009||Sam||Hang your self. When your 13 it's not easy to get ur hands on things that will do the job painlessly. I have gone through tough times with drugs like marijauna cigarette and alcohol addiction and I am only 13. I am also doing bad in school which is putting stress on me and my family. These depressing events cause me suicidal thoughts and attemtps.|
|12 May 2009||Nicole G look here.||You said -
no one gives a shit people are assholes when it comes to your feeling they just dont fucking care.
I care, want someone to talk to? Im not a professional.. Just want to talk to you, you seem nice, and when I read your comment I just really felt the need to get in touch. I hope you read this.
|12 May 2009||Bobbin||Enzyme - did u ever play grim fandango? its just u mentioned petrified forest and being the grim fandango nerd i am, i just thought that... well nevermind.
i just got excited and decided to post something completely irelevant on a suicide website.