|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?
|18 Jan 2009||Nike||JUST DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1|
|18 Jan 2009||Waiting||Hey Mouchette I just thought of this: you know how people always say "Oh, you damn kids are such pussies what your dealing with is nothing, try the real world!" Well they're right, I won't survive the real world if I can't take this shit. More reason for everyone to just kill themselves.|
|18 Jan 2009||Waiting||I find this world to be sick. Why do we feel to be bound by the ways of others, why can't we carve are own path, why do others try to stop us? Why can't everything just work out for everyone? Why is the world so blurry in the sense that our elders try to cover our eyes and hold us back? Everyday I feel bound by ball and chain. We shouldn't live like this, where everyday is scheduled, dated, and followed like a religion? We shouldn't be stuck in cubicles or stressing out that we might hand in a paper on time. this is not living, this is just dieing slowly in a great pandemic daze. I can't wait for the day we stop following fucking orders and stop bending over for the system. I guess thats what I'm waiting for|
|17 Jan 2009||Jolo||I've been coming to this site for a little more than two years.
so, here it goes...
My life, I have a good life, Loving family, alot of loving friends. Do you think I'm happy? Do you?
No I'm not, after all the good things I've been through, I don't feel it. I HATE MYSELF! I'm just a small sack off shit wating to decompose. I haven't done anything right. Unless wrong is right, then Ive done alot of it! My life isn't fucked up, I AM! People around me love me, even if they tease me all the time I know they love me, or at least I think they do. I love them, especially my parents. Why am I here? That's because I don't deserve to live, my life is to good for me! They give me their best and I give them my worst. What kind of person am I! Oh yeah, I'm the sorry sack of shit! I hope I have some pills right now! To add to the dissapointment, It's our junior prom on Feb. I don't have a date! I'm a fucking loser! Why did I exist in the first place! I have no use in this world. I'm just another waste of resources.
When I was 7 I always wanted to take pictures, but at 9 something felt wrong, I felt that I was the only one different. Since then I avoided taking pictures, unless people force me. Now I'm 16, still a useless pile of shit! I cut myself, I burn myself, I started smoking just because of the fact that it could kill, I even drink this fuel for model cars, which kinda taste like 3 times the strongest tequila you've ever drunk, because it has the skull and crossbones logo, poison! can Kill! Yeah right I've been drinking it for a month and nothing happens.
What am I gonna do now? should I kill myself now and save the others? or should I just let life fuck me as it already does.
If there are an Christians out there Pls pray for me, so that I could have a date for the prom, maybe that's just the pathetic reason why I'm so depressed. Oh well, I doubt that even having my dream girl would put me out of this misery.
Pls help me. If it's death or a good life, you wish for me, thank you for your prayers
|17 Jan 2009||Steve||Ya know this site is genius, that and music. I had the suicide feeling pop into my head again yest arvo now, i was really low this time. Anyway i found this site whilst i was in the process of researching "using inert gases with different drugs" as a way of dying (i really wish i didn't get like that) and have been reading bits and pieces of it since. At first it was just a normal like minded read but after several hours of off and on reading i'm feeling sooooo much better. Not sure i'm totally happy with myself for feeling better cause i'm not as unhappy or depressed maybe as others but whatever works hey! Usually these days i'll put music on and depending how i feel i'll switch decades and genre's. sometimes it only takes a hour, sometimes a day or two to feel better but thats what has saved me countless times now. Never being a person thats watched much tv, i tend to listen ta music as much as i can and search the net for whatnot but even that isn't always enough sometimes these days. It's a strange one cause i'm 30 now and was totally happy when i was young and growin up, my parents did get divorsed when i was 12 and our house burnt to the ground at 14 (lost everything), but that didn't phase me, was happy in school to i left for no reason really at 15, luckily i got a apprentiship and started trade school and was qualified at 19. The world was mine until something clicked? Still can't really put my finger on it. Maybe to much happiness? cause that was when everything seemed to plateau, i went downhill, is one line of thought. Maybe the realisation i was a adult that had moved outa home 6 months before and didn't have money for shit no more and had to be fully independent; with all the shit life brings with it to? but it got worse when i met a old school buddy that was into speed(meth) and smack and after a period of 3 yars using mostly heroin constanly i was unemployed, had a small but decent criminal record that i didn't have before (nothing bad, bad) and was at the lowest point i'd ever been, i mean i was so depressed and fucked up you'd have heard a pin drop. I wouldn't have even bothered to get outa bed to kill myself if i only had to walk next door! I've clinicially died 3 times which i'm still not 100% sure what that means but somehow they got me back is the drift, i'm here still. My mother somehow had a preminition something wasn't right, drove over and broke in and found me unconsious, she knows what to do having worked in a emergency hospital ward before i was born (i was extremly lucky). They were accidents both times and the third time i had 6 different drugs in my system of a fair quantity and on a binge that got outa control and dropped in a reserve and was there for sometime before anyone helped me i found out later. Was in hospital 4 days. Something or someone out there must have been lookin over me in them times is the only explaination i've got for that period! Towards the end and part of the reason i got clean enough to stop altogether was i went for broke and sold everything i had left, took what loans i could still get and scrapped all that money into a final fatal result which when i went ahead i got really, really smashed from one syringe cocktail (4+ grams heroin, with the rest of a 5ml barrel fit filled with real strong liquid valium/ normison/ from footy's- now real hard ta get!) and i'd had 1 or 2 beers for atmosphere, plus had a little setup goin by a country lake, no way anyone would've found me there. I remember thinkin FUCK!!! It didn't work in the minutes after i had it, but it was a turning point back that i've never really talked about. I'm just lucky my tollerence was still up even though it was down because i pretty much had a demented daydream goin on by then that i was a/ok. Since then i've started to think my fate is real, well as real as i can percieve it cause i'm the luckist ex user alive i reakon or at least up there in the top percentage's. It just wasn't supposed to end that way. So to sum it up ten years on from where i started, i feel exactly the same way as before all the drug drama's and have the same thoughts as 10 years ago, i've been 100% CLEAN for roughly 5 years. Thats my biggest hurdle still now though cause most of my good friends have either died, are in jail or i've lost touch with em over the years so i don't really talk to people as much that arn't family and straight these days, found relationships hard to hold down to, i still miss my former longtime girlfriend of 7 years, from when i was 17, she OD' when i was 24 which screwed me up to the very limit at the time and still does in different ways to a certain extent. I find a little bit of personal time now days helps there but i am still workin on it. Nowa days i get the most vivid dreams roughly every second or third night seein i still don't really sleep to well, sometimes when there good it really is a spin cause i don't wake up as easily so it goes on for longer. Add flashbacks here and there to that and its tryin all the time to wear me down, i've learn't to deal with all that fairly well though, not the ideal spot but its ok, so far so good but part of them mind fucks is depression for no reason that seems to be getting worse when it does hit. Oh yeh, its a lonely road post drug use. Just try my best to keep at it. Hell i'm still here so have ta be doin something right i guess! Just sucks when you go through hell (self inflicted the drug part of it yes) and then somehow against all odds pull outa it, that i now know it'll never go away, maybe anti depression drugs would work but thats not my answer, at least for the time being. Whatever it is in mi head, sometimes it friggin sucks......... Best wish's to anyone feelin screwed up. My advice, there probably is a way for you to move on and live a good life but it ain't gona happen tomoro, work at it and ya never know. Don't make my mistake though if you can help it. You'll really know how it feels to be alive while your dead!|
|16 Jan 2009||Dead meat||oh crap, i said my views out loud and now they're after me. they have no problem killing innocent kids... shit i am so dead. not gonna kill myslef, im just gonna run before they can find me.
i dont have any friends who can help, have to go it alone.
shit shit shit
im too young to die
im shit scared they are going to find me
or walk past me in the street and recognise me
|16 Jan 2009||simple simon||thanks for listening,
I just needed someone to hear
that your not alone,
there is no need to fear
you can pull through,
bc i believe that
if there was no you
there wont be much left of me
|16 Jan 2009||if you knew,||My friend killed herself once, she was my best friend. And she is gone now, forever and it's the "forever" part that kill's me. Everyone says " oh dont cry she is in a happier place now, there no pain in heaven." Well if I can't cry for her and be sad, why cant I die and be happier? I want to die, I want to leave this place. but I cant and I know I wont not until i'm taken by destiny. everyone who wants to take that leap into the next world, dont i cant put into words how hurt i am how much confusion and sufuring she has made me feel, im lost without her. she had to put up with a lot of bad, horrible things in her life, and so have i we were friends bc we could talk to each other about the bad things. Her funeral was to far away i couldnt attend, i feel like i didnt get to say goodbye either.
thanks for listening, i just need to talk to someone who i know wont answer.
|16 Jan 2009||Lothar||Why do you want to kill yourself at all?
Because you are in unbearable pain.
Pain is not confined to your physical being - to your physical body alone.
When one feels suicidal, there is a heck of a lot of EMOTIONAL pain involved. There are no drugs for emotional pain.
Maybe, just MAYBE - if people were more skilled at LISTENING, there would have been less suicides. And listening is a skill that most of us neglect. Including me.
Thanx for this site, it serves its purpose.
(I lost the best person that ever dwelled this earth - because I didn't listen to him. He is still alive, I wont be for much too long. I cannot live without him.)
|15 Jan 2009||Ree||i could say soooooooooo much.
guess how i stumbled upon this? looking up fatal drug combos...but that is another story, for another audience of not so tender an age...
you really should not bother with the topic you have so chosen.
honestly under 13...your choices are slim.
but i was suicidal at 13...my (failed) attempts were pills, slit wrists...i am now 28. I struggle as of right now with acute despair.
but life gets better.
a lot of shit has happened since then, i have lost friends and family to the grim reaper, burned many bridges, suffered many broken hearts, been cheated on, lied to, assaulted, abused... but i am not broken and there were so many moments in those years that made all the negative at least worth it. so i guess what i am saying is this:
while the morbid side of me finds the topic amusing (i WAS that suicidal teenager) the ethical side wanted to point out that many will find it in poor taste. and that you may be encouraging suicidal ideations.
i noticed there were a lot of comments; however i am too lazy to read them all.
|15 Jan 2009||i need to dream more,
every good feeling i've ever known but didn't have came from dreams.
like when I played online games, i had a dream about the perfect chat channel system, but it never came true. it felt so prolific though, i with i could enjoy it forever with the feeling blasting through like a romanticism coating..
oh and then the ones i have now, bah, fuck teenage llife. i hate it.
i hate staying up, i hate un satisfaction
but f uck it it, im bored, peace,
|14 Jan 2009||A||suicide is not a game! it's not a toy! once it's over you don't come back! You should remove this website it is very dangerous and very unapropriate. Instead IF YOU ARE SUICIDAL, you should GO FIND HELP AT THE EMERGENCY OF A HOSPITAL IN YOUR AREA. If you aren't suicidal, STOP, its NOT FUNNY. How could you possibly think helping children kill themselves is a fun way to pass time, you should be ashamed of yourself.|
|13 Jan 2009||Hi im Jesus H. Christ!||eat a lot of peanuts untill they get stuck in ur anus and u cant pooh anymore, so you explode. it happened to my friends puppy once. TRY IT! ............wow im wierd. sorry.|
|13 Jan 2009||Eduarda||maybe you could try stay alive, why the fuck do you want to kill yourfself? you're so 13 girl|
|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|