|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?
|13 Jan 2009||Waiting||I find it funny that its so easy to end a life, it makes me believe that we are truly insignificant beings. Like a grain of sand in an hourglass.|
|13 Jan 2009||kim||i tried to kill myself when i was 12 i first tried cutting my wrist it felt so good. then i tried to get hit by a car at 16 while driving my car it dint work at 21 i had a kid and got him taken only to find i had a mental illness that wont go away. i take my meds every day im tired because my son lives in a horrible environment with his dad who is a wife beating cop and i try to get better. i just recently went off all my meds and lost a good friend because he cant deal with me and my problems i have. he cant love me ans wont until i straighten out my life, like that will ever happen. i need to fill the void of my son and want to have another family i honestly believe it will help me in some way to love again if i had someone to love me so i could learn to love myself again. i got out of the hospital over the holidays and i wish today i could just check back in for a few more daysw just ot feel safe in my own skin. i want to sleep all the time and i dont eat some how i just manage to stay a the same weight i always am and not lose. i just want to die or to have some knight and shining man come save me. i would say the way to go is to kill your self is tot drink antifreeze. i havent tried it yet. scared to.|
|13 Jan 2009||Sarah||i am 17 and have thought of suicide since i was sexually assulted at 13, abused by my parents, and consistently put down by peers and teacher, over the past few years i have been to councelling, medicated, slit my wrist <-- waste of time, plonderd the thought of jumping in front of a train but seen the result of survival <-- scratched that idea, thought about making hydrogen sulphide but dont like the idea of my head in the toilet, .... although every night when i close my eyes i dream of killing myself iv'e learned to live everyday as it comes although life is shit, i look towards my future and making my life mine, having children and being proud of something for once in my life, giving them the gift of my love and understanding, giving them the affection and life that i have never managed to have... i also look forward to grandchildren and watching my children teach and love their children..... living life is honestly the worst but if you make a goal or dream and focus on it no-one puts you down nearly as much....life isnt worth living...you make it yours it is|
|12 Jan 2009||S.S.||Don't do it. My 12 year old nephew killed himself last April. The hurt from it never stops. Never. I will find myself feeling good, then I remember Jacob. It sickens me that he did this. What a quitter. My first thought was "putz", but I couldn't voice that to anyone. I have thought about suicide since I was 11 and cut myself all through high school. I believe in reincarnation. Living here SUCKS, but if you kill yourself, you're showing up to heaven without an invite, without finishing your task here on earth (which, IMO, is to help & spread love, even in the smallest things, like holding doors open, for example). If you end your life now, you'll just have to come back & finish what you stopped doing here. I did love Jacob very much. He had a hell of a time & he wasn't thinking straight. People at that age don't think straight for the most part. You're lucky to get through your teen years alive. I consider myself lucky. He wasn't a putz. But he's dead. That's it. You can't improve on that. You can't move forward. You can't look at yourself with pride and say, "I made it through the dark times." You're in a pool of blood - dead. Oh, and allowing yourself to be found by someone who you thought didn't love you. His mom found him. I saw the blood splatter on the fence where he did it. Sickening. To this day, it haunts me. I didn't envy the paramedics. See, the people who dealt with Jacob's death have to live with this for the rest of their lives. He's scarred people for life. Our lives will never be the same. He burdened us with this pain. Don't do it. Don't burden others. You can get out of any mess. I did. Bring the light in. Don't wait for it to come to you. WILL it!|
|12 Jan 2009||Caroline P. NC||When I was twelve years old I took practically a whole bottle of sleeping pills but I just hallucinated and threw it all up. I'm 15 now and haven't gone to school for two weeks. My mom called the attendance councler so I ran away...NOW I'm 15 and STILL suicidal. It's January 12, 2009 10:18 PM and I'm planning on stabbing myself in the heart while in bed. I will finally be in peace because I have f****d up my once perfect life. If this doesn't work out I'm not going to give up...I'll keep trying. --------Caroline|
|12 Jan 2009||Lois||i'm so scared|
|10 Jan 2009||Rigahmortis||Dont kill yourself let me kill ya, perhaps in a torturing fashion. Your wondering what I would do, well I would take a thousand razor blades and press it into your flesh, take my pitchfork up out of the fire and soak it down in your chest, through the ribs, spine, cartilidge, muscle, and tissue, and send whats left in the mail to your mammy cuz I think she just might miss you. But first, I want to slowly peel off all your skin. Get grease and boil it hot pour it on you and your friend. I probably should not be so horribly slaughtering the body I am so naughty because I am moderately in to photography following through the autopsy. But thats what I do!|
|09 Jan 2009||X||Im just 15 and I'm a complete pussy. If I can't do it then I should stop trying but I don't. I've never been abused except verbally by EVERYbody in my life from birth until now. IDONT have the balls to do it but I will soon and I'm sure of it. I just wanna say if uwanna do it, go ahead. I've been suicidal since 7 but somehong in me is finally broken...
The ship is sinking and I'm not gonna try and stop it.
Everyone dies alone so if ur tired go ahead. FUCK THE LAWS FUCK THE WORLE AND FUCK IT BEING SELFISH UR RESPONSIBLE TO NOBODY BUT URSELF
I just wanna people to know what I think. If u think I'm dumb I don't really care. Do what u have to do. IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT but u do have to deal with it. So go down the path nobody can follow you. Good luck friends I'm bailing
Email me at darkheart6@hotmail
Luv to hear what u think even if it doesn't bother me
Pcs and GL
|08 Jan 2009||caroline||keep living death is a guarentee in its time.|
|08 Jan 2009||bruno||F**K.... why would you wanna kill your self at such a young age. i. all i can say is have sum kids and grow the fuck up!!!!!|
|07 Jan 2009||beauty||I want to kill myself because I'm really dying to know where my soul is going to be
I don't trust in heaven nor hell
I'm just curious!
|07 Jan 2009||Man, I'm torn here...I can understand both points of view. I'm in my 30's...I first contemplated suicide at 13...only later did my mom tell me I was abused by a neighborhood kid and by a babysitter. I've tried sex, drugs, alcohol, God, Buddha, philosophy, prescription medication, counseling...nothing has worked. I've held on over 20 years thinking things can get better, but they haven't...when people tell you how others have it worse, that is really patronizing and does NOT help. All that does is invalidate your feelings and make you feel like an even bigger loser. However, someone commented earlier that it seems like all it could take is just one person to love them and I agree. But how long do you hafta drag yourself out of bed EVERY SINGLE DAY before you can say that you honestly tried. It's true...a lotta people have no clue what it's like to be a punching bag your entire life, so it's easy to sound like a Hallmark card (hang in there, things will get better,...). All of that said, I made up my mind (or do day to day) that if I can't live for myself, maybe I can help others...sounds cheesy, but maybe living for others can bring some small measure of happiness...|
|07 Jan 2009||Miss, Boo||I wish I was dead.
I have no point, my existance is shit to everyone else, so I self harm to feel alive, to punish myself for shit I regret, I do it for so many reasons.
I've tried to talk to friends about how I feel and they just pretend the problem doesn't exist.
People tell you not to do it.
People tell you to get help.
I've fucking tried and the world's not waiting to catch you when you're falling and so you keep falling. I'm scared of hitting the bottom.
I don't know what people think of me, I know that they don't want to be my friend. They avoid me for all it's worth.
It's not catching!
I want someone to notice.
I want someone to care about me.
I get nostalgic.
Before my dad left, before my next-door-neighbour moved.
I had stability and a good relationship with friends, and in particular, I was somebodys girl next door. That gave me some sort of confidence. and it sounds silly.
I do want to die, but also, I want to be saved. I hate my mother. I just hate her so much. and people will say, if you want to be saved, you don't actually want to die, well I do, because nobody will save me, so there's nobody to live for.
my self harm gets bad in little bursts. I'll be bad, then it'll all heal into scars and go a funny colour, then I'm pushed and I rip myself open again.
It makes me feel alive
It makes me feel that maybe, if someone could just notice, I could get past it.
I go through weird episodes,
my mother doesn't see it.
My friends pretend it's not happening.
I need a way out.
It's like the escape route and I think that I'd do it. I'd be dead by now if I weren't so scared that I'd wake up again afterwards.
If anyone wants to talk to me. Just get out some shit that's been bottled up, then do.
If anyone feels like they want to listen to me, then do it.
If you just want to be my friend. talk about pointless shit and pretend we're normal, please, do.
I'll be whoever you want me to be.
I just want to feel loved.
|06 Jan 2009||miniröcke||eat a lot of madeleines
|05 Jan 2009||BMK's girl.||Hi, i wont say my name because i dont want anybody to know who i am. I will be 14 years old in 17 days. And i have wanted to die since i was in 5th grade. No, i havnt been through much in my life. So why does it hurt so fucking bad. 08 was complete shit,i promise. I completely changed from that little innocent girl.Sometime in early 08,i started drinking, not much and not anything strong, but it grew. Sometime early febuary last year, i started cutting, it wasnt that bad, but it helped. And near the end of summer 08 i started doing pot. That just started out as a little thing i would do with somefriends every once in awhile just for fun. But it grew since then. And its become something i use to forget and to not feel, and i often feel like i need it. I honestly do it not very often at all. But ive lied to friends, stole my sisters and my moms, just for a little taste, just a couple hits.My cutting was off and on for almost the past year. And everytime i would stop, i would tell myself i wouldnt do it anymore. And everytime, i did it again, getting worse and worse everytime. The last time i did it was about a month ago, i made three cuts, and they bleed alot. But it helped me. I really do hate myself. Im so fucking stupid, i dont know what to do anymore. I fuck everything up, i really do,and i dont know why. I try to fix things, but it just fuck it up even more. My friends; i love them. But they dont give a shit about me or anything i stand for. They say they do, i dont know, maybe they feel bad for me.. Everything that comes out of my mouth is used against me. Im conastalty made fun of by the people who supossubly love me. Theres this kid. He is everythingi ever want, and i would do anything to be what he needs. But i never am, never will be. He'sfucking hot. Hes just a little bit taller then me, and he carrys himself so hot like, i dont know how to explain it. He has long shaggy brown hair. Just the way he walks, makes me melt. Oh, and he probubly has the hottest voice in the face of the world times two. Ah, hes a good kisser too.
I went out with him a few months ago. and he was so good to me, i love him. When i kissed him, it was so perfect. But shit happened, he didnt get along with my best friend, like at all and that sort of was hard on us. I still love him, he has gone on and off with liking me. Oh he cheated on me when we were going out, but he claims he didnt. i dont know why i tell him i believe him, when i dont. when i know he would, and probubly did. He is so addicted to pot and aocohol and everything. Its so sad, he said he wont stop smoking pot for anyone. I dont really mind it, expect for he smokes atleast once a day, sometimes more. And he acts diffrent.
Im really worried about him. He's moving to minneapolis. Which is like a few hours away from where we live now. Im scared, and im giong to miss him like crazy. i dont know why im typing all of this for you, i feel like i need someplace to vent. and this was a pretty good oppourtunity.
thats enough of that,
|04 Jan 2009||spookypenguin||Bob Dylan - not my words, but my prospective.
Christmas Jonnes - When i feel like the whitey asshole i am.
the poets entourage - I cringe at my own idealism
death - fun times
Spooky Penguin - me
|04 Jan 2009||the poets entourage||your too drunk to put me down,
oh how it hurts the most from a honest frown,
your too drunk to put me down,
but I can feel my mind bouncing all around,
With a real thought,
with no sorry game,
back to the spiral from which you came
an endless plunge into the insane,
with the wollowing gasps of your fried membrane,
accompanied slowly into a darker grave,
Your to drunk to critisize,
with no money,
and emptiness inside
I'm sorry, i just had to vent it some how...
|04 Jan 2009||George||The best way is to make it an elaborate production, like in school. You start out at the end where everyone thinks you have been brutally murdered, then work backwards to the actual suicide and all the clues you must leave to so they determine in it a murder, and your soul gets the last laugh on them.|
|04 Jan 2009||spooky||So I had a dream last night, I think.
I was sitting on some sort of ledge or something, with her. We were sitting really close together, but some how I got the feeling as if we were actually friends(instead of ex-lovers turned mortal enemy's.) '
I Wanted to frame the moment and hang it up in my brain forever, and always have it. More timeless then the smile of the mona lisa, more prolific then the ideal's of Ghandi, more beautiful then the music Motzhart. I'm almost crying tear's from this nameless feeling I get recalling it.
Anyways, in that moment, our perfect second, something snuck up on us, fear maybe... or maybe sadness, but it was something powerful. We became closer, our body's entangled, and everything just climaxed like watching the end of a classic movie, or reading the last sentence of a famous piece of literature.
For a second... my life was perfect.
And then it all disappeared, the feeling must have overcome us, like we discovered our break up all over again. Like the time I've spent empty had reappeared and rapped the beautiful breasts of hope...
And it all was over, like when she cared about me when I hid from her. Like that one second of reality where that happens.
......i guess it was hurting her to see me like this....
please, never stop dreaming.
|04 Jan 2009||lizzie||tbh i do respect you as the owner for wanting to support people but the title isnt exactly a nice way to show wha ure trying to do. but tbh i think you are pretty fucked up in your head to pretend suicide is a game because its not. It something tht should be taken serious because if suicide isnt taken serious what is? i think life is a pretty shit thing sometimes and sometimes gd but lets be honest it is one of the things tht you control on the basis, and someone who wants to take their OWN LIFE, SHOULD be treated with serious help. you are taking advantage of people who at the moment arent in their right mind. sick bastard.|