|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?
|02 Dec 2008||The heretic||its my last day in the mental ward.
and i think i have found out the meaning of life.
the meaning of life is to live the life
your givin and not wrap it in cotton wool.
this doesn't mean you let your life go,
this means you should cherish your life
from beginning to end.
the meaning of life is reproof of
instruction,the search for truth.
the beast breathes fire to kiss dynasty - i was made for loving you.mp3
turn to gensis,death just gave you a
extra day to your life,cherish it.
the mental ward in australia
mental health act 2008
is fucked up
i see the sudoku firing squad torrow.
the best way to kill your self is the
death of hope.
chin up guys,the the amount of sorrow
a person can hold in there heart and
still keep his sanity is what
makes that person rank.
gods pocket watch has a tear drop on it
with the kiss dynasty symbol on it.
My doctors frequently shit there pants, they sense my dark masculinity
Every time I talk to them xD
*kiss dynasty air guiter* xD
i'll be back....
wink at miss murder 667
|02 Dec 2008||Claire||Hey everyone,
Been reading a few of the responses on the website and just wanted to add my own thoughts. As much as I understand what people here are saying, the ones who are serious at least, yes sometimes suicide seems like the best answer. To those who criticise the site's purpose, pretending theres nothing wrong never solves anything and if the people here know they genuinely want to die, then yes they know how they feel.
Mainly though I wanted to talk about a girl at my school who killed herself in July. She was 14, I never knew her, but she hanged herself in her room. She went to school on the thurday, and on the following morning her parents called up to say she was dead. All this without a word to her friends, family or boyfriend. She wasn't fat or ugly or stupid and she had many friends.
I remember walking home past the bus queue after the assembly. They wouldn't tell us how she died but by monday morning it was all around the school. I remember how the wordless screams of her classmates were one of the most terrible sounds I have ever hear in my life. I would have hugged them if not for social restrictions. Mainly I wanted to say that, well I'm not even sure, I guess it just made me reflect on how you'd never think of the pain it can cause. Things do get better, less than a year ago I could have easily killed myself if it wasn't for my cowardice. I literally couldn't see the point of living, and at the moment I'm suffering from depression but I've still got so much I want to do when I recover that killing myself is out of the question. Things can only get better.
|02 Dec 2008||Help now||I just made the BIGGEST cuts ever on my left inside wrist. I am hurting and I don't really want to die but I still want to kill myself. What is going on here? things were so good a week ago. I miss someone and think I am in love with them. They are the most kindest, person I have ever met and I know if i lose them I will take pills to end the misery of the loss. I don't know but if someone can help me please DO.|
|30 Nov 2008||Kuborion||Life...
There are people who want to keep it forever.
There are people who want to get rid of even the little they have.
Neither are very successful.
Both are very stupid.
|30 Nov 2008||Erwan||HI there instead i suggest the beauty-kit for little girl from pleix, if it doesn't work, then kill yourself with a spoon|
|30 Nov 2008||Umar||There are many good ways to kill yourself.
1) Alcohol poisoning- drink a lot of alcohol very quickly such as spirits i.e vodka, whiskey etc...
2) Jump of a very tall building, ideally more than 7 storeys, the taller the better.
3) Run in front of a speeding car, train, boat or even plane, which ever is more easily accessible by you.
4) Get very drunk and drive a car very fast, make sure your not wearing a seatbelt and don't stop at any red lights, you can either wait until someone hits you or you can hit in to a wall or car, building its up to you.
5) Overdose on prescription medicine such as sleeping pills or anti depressants, make sure they're not over the counter medicines as they're not strong enough and also you can drink lots of alcohol as well in fact with all suicide methods listed you should be very drunk.
6) Same as above but overdose on heroin or crack/cocaine.
7) Go to a airport and pretend you've got a bomb so the police will shoot you in head, it does help if your a muslim your guaranteed to get shot in fact you might not even need to pretend you got a bomb if your muslim, if your not muslim i advised you get a tan before you go.
|30 Nov 2008||I hate my self. I don't hate my life, It's alright I guess, But I do in fact hate myself. There's a difference. Think about it. Do you hate yourself or do you hate your life?|
|29 Nov 2008||Richie||Carry on with life. If your not dead already you soon will be. Because nobody cares about you, all there worried about is those that we leave behind. They would rather we suffer for ever so they can lead the lives they wish without their heartache.|
|29 Nov 2008||DEEETROIT||Ok my friends, I was just on google and searching something else, when i saw this website. There have been times where i thought about dying, and if other people would care. But its never worth , you dont want to die sad, youd want to die happy, because i know id much rather having that feeling of happiness be my last feeling. I know happiness is not easy to find, but you can find it. You just can't judge your happiness off of other people's happiness. You have to sit down and think about what would make you truly happy, and then you go about trying to make that happen. There is so much greatness and beauty in the world. Dont be afraid to talk to people, just talk, you dont have to talk about how you feel, if your afraid thatwill scare them, but just be yourself and enjoy that feeling of having the freedom to be yourself. Life can be great, you just have to make it great, because life is pretty simple.Good luck my brothers and sisters|
|29 Nov 2008||Lennie Melvin||I'm not sure if suicide is the right answer, sometimes I think it is and sometimes I despise the mre thought of it.
One thing that annoys me, is that I have a friend, called Louise... and no that's not all! She told me that suicide is the coward's way out.
I wonder if she's ever tried plucking up enough courage to put her lights out! Cause it sure ain't that easy...
But no, I didn't come here just to ramble... I know how hard it is to read those really long posts - I normally give up after the first "No one understands me!"
Although I'm sure they're helpful to whom ever is writing them, just to let out all that grief.
Something that those of you who aren't so keen on killing yourselves, and have possibly not been taken seriously enough for anyone to bother actually getting you a counsellor (stupid form tutor, thinking my problems weren't serious HAHA), woah, ignore the pysco here! Just visit "moodgym", you can probably Google it, before you do anything too rash.
I remember, er... I forget, but email me if you'd like. I'm not usually this slurred.
|29 Nov 2008||Marie-Aimee||When i wrote my first answer i was fooling around and I had not red others people answer. Now I realise some people took the question seriously.
I know life sucks at time and i know how it is to be stuck in a hole and not finding a way or a reason to get out of it! But when you feel that way...try to talk to a tree and hug it!!! You can go in a forest where nobody will watch you! The tree will listen and never judge you! I know it sounds totally crazy and lunatic but I can assure you that the tree will give you back something posstive in return of your talk! And when you feel like nothing in life is worth living you have nothing to lose! I guess it's the best aspect of feeling that way!
|28 Nov 2008||Angel||Hi everyone!! (hello mouchette!! I´m back)
My name is Angel and I would like to start by telling all of you who read this that I am not a stranger to suicidal thinking and planing, I´ve been a few steps from trying it myself quite a few times, and I am well acquainted with pain as are most of you that write here, I am not going to preach to you about leaving your pain to god or any such things, I don´t believe in any of that, What I am going to do is something much harder and much more beneficial, If any will like to come along for the ride go ahead, it´s a painful road but there is light at the end, so here it goes: This will be called the truth circle, and here is how it will work: all of us suicidals are ind pain, and that´s what we express in blogs like this, but we never fully identify or commit to the nature and truth of our pain, we keep it inside, using to silence it any painkillers we have at hand, from t.v.,lies, and videogames to drugs and sex, until it grows so much that we can use only the final painkiller: Death. What I will do here is shove it out of my heart and putting it here for all to hear, my deepest darkest pains, to the world, I shall hide them no longer, nor will I take ownership of them, as we do when we hide our pain from the world as if it were a dirty secret, I will relase it and so I will be released from its burden, I will acknoledge it and so will I be able to acknloedge the truth about my life I will give it back to the world and thus will be given back full ownership of my life, Here´s why: when we hide our pain as shame or guilt (most of the times it´s not really our fault) it consumes our energy and spirit to shield it from the world and ourselves, it grows like a parasite while our life energy is diverted to numb us from it, no wonder we feel tired and without any desire to go on, you see pain unconfessed or unacknoleged fully is the basis of our fear, shame or guilt which are the equivalents of high tension wires thath direct OUR OWN ENERGY back to us to hurt us, to punish us, to acknoledge our pain fully will release all taht energy that goes to fuel your shields from reality, and numb your emotions, that energy that fuels shame, guilt and fear and leaves no power for love, hapiness and hope, so i will write my pain story (will skip the hapiness), well enough talk (deep breath) here goes my pain:
I am the first born of a very dominating, verbaly abusive and deep down coward of a father and a submissive, hurt, guiltfilled mother (she was a nun but quit), which greatly affected my development, my father while a dominating man is at heart very insecure, his best way to feel confident is to make other people feel like crap, only he doesn´t do it openly, but slyly (thats what made it so hard to undesrtand and fight) he would always tell yopu how you are wrong, lost or incompetent in subtle way that made you think that he said it because he expected more from you and you have disaapointed him, no achiement was enough for him ,and heloves doubt confusion and failure, becuase then he can advise you, show you how great he is and how much better than you, he comes alive during such and ocations and always brings them up to remind you that whatever you do, youre still blow him, my mother would inmpart on me the strictest selfsacrificial selfdenying beliefs since i was four, some of my ealiest memories were of her telling me that girls were no good, and I should only have a girlfriend when I was eithteen, that I should always be a very good boy, turn the other cheek and play nice, so it was that in elementary school I became evry shy and insecure, I loved praise for being a good boy and always set out to please everybody with my selfrighteousness, when girls wanted to be mi gfs, my mother would tell me that they were just making fun of me, so i grew weary of them, I also like my parents became very ashamed of my naked body (which was completely lean and athletic, yes even at an early age) and was terrified of being seen, to the extent that in summer camps i would only bathe late at night or I would even bathe in my underwear, I didn´t feel interested in music or girls becuase I thought that thigs of that kind were sinnful and inmature, when ever I was in fights (a more or less common ocurrence in elementary school)I was reprimanded and I was terrified beacuse they told me that I could hurt other peoples internal organs and they would die (maybe if I had scalpels instead of hands, but how was I to know), I learned that the way to love was to excel in everything, to be an immaculate boy, and to always love poeple, If they hurt me I has to learn to love them harder. So went elementary school for me. Then came junior high, which was a complete nightmare, from the very begining I was picked upon by a gang of boys, humiliated regularly, and beaten often, when i came to my dad asking him to teach me to fight, he laughed at me and told me that people don´t solve problems that way and that I was way off base, the worst for me was when they broke or stole my things, by then I felt that it didn´t matter what they did to me but my things were more important, I had a few friends but most of whom would join the verbal abuse and ostracizing when the time came, I was failing in my studies, and one time broke up crying in the bathroom when it became to much, going there was a torture, but it dint occur to me to go to another school, I thought that I wouldm´t let them decide where I got my education, I grew a lot of pimples and I dind´t have a single female friend (I wanted one but never spoke to them, duh) I was to ashamed to talk to girls bucauase of what I had become,I worked my hardest to hide everything form my family beacuse I felt it would only dissapoint them further, my situation only got worse until I started playing football in the same team as some of the bullies and I learned that I could take them physically, but even if they respected me I was still to afraid to fight them, even I knew I could kick their ass in the football area, the physical bullying receded considerably but the osytracizing was only a little better, this was the time when I started theraphy with a useless shrink who didnt have the nerve to push me to give him answers, this is the time when I started daydreaming and trying to hide who I was, I became convinced that I was completely rotten and the better I learned to not be me the better I would do.
Then came highschool, I fared considerably better, but I became unable to hold a conversation becuase I was worried of what I should say to get pople to like me and to hide who I truly was and my dark past, I lied and got very painfully cuaght once, a shame that lasted for years. I was stilled picked on some but mostly verbaly and not to my face as I was a big strong boy, who was renowned for my physique, my acne was worse than ever though it now covered my whole face, I feel very conscious of it, I had my first gf a very pretty girl who everyone liked (this happened often in highschool for me) but I dumped them fats lest they find out that I was scum, I was so consumed with fear and anxious for acceptance that my whole body moved rigdly and seemingly against some will, I was an akward nevous kid, but thanks to some friends I became happier and more extroveretd and quite popular by then end of highschool though I was still like the batman villian two face: likeable on one side, laughed at on the other. So I learned that I could be loved by being funny and being very physicaly atractive.
On came College, I was unable to make a decition so I studied was my father wanted, but dropped it when the social aspect got very nasty (nobody picked on me but nobody liked me either, no matter how har i tried, I even became a lapdog for them It wouldn't work) my fear of girls was better, but I still felt akward inside as though I had to get them before they discovered who I really was, I tried all the harder to hide the truth from everyone including myself. I finally dropped the career, but then took my fathers advice again (great move angel!! on to more pain) the university was bittersweet I got very good looking girls in love with me but not much came out of it because by then I by then I was convinced that nobody could like me, I even talked them out of it, hate and shame were the only things that I knew and expected in my world so I pushed anything else out, most of the group were useless like me, but they liked themselves better, even if they had less reasons, I got very good grades and got along with some excellent friends. Teasing and disapproval were paramount to me I was always on the lookout to what other people thought of me, this is when I baceme to toy with the idea of suicide, and always happy to accommodate others instead of myself, this grew into verbal abuse that I deflected by being even more of a lapdog (because it had worked really well in the past?, grow a brain man).
Then I graduated and went to work, I was terrified of any leadership and responsibility even though people had great faith in me, I quit often, mostly when I could, t please everybody, this when on for some years, always trying to live to everybodys standard, always selling my soul for a little afection.
Hell even when I had sex I was thinking: am I doing it right? of couse I wasn´t I wasn´t there really.then I came to think about suicide almost every day, everytime something went wrong or somebody didn´t like me,good thing I didnt have a gun nearby.
So there it is my dirty laundry up for the world, I feel a lot better, thank you for bearing with me I know it was a long read, I am now a lot better and I am currently trying my best to turn my life around it´s tremendous work and I am lacking in faith, but still trying not to allow pain to hold me, please notice that in my life most of my pain came when I hel myself to others standards this is crucial and if anybody wants to talk about it please email me, I really can help you out, if anybody is move by my story then tell me about it I need all the faith and support I can get to turn around, I you want to do the circle of truth too, go ahead, Have courage, remeber either you won your pain or it owns you. If you kill yourself who do you think is master?, I am not trying to talk you out of committing suicide, it´s your decision, who can judge when somebody´s has had more than they can take?, just please make sure it´s your own standards that hurt you and not others like t.v., parents, girlfriends/boyfriends, bullying, etc., talk to everybody, do whatever you can first (you can always kill yourself later, if so you choose), I wil be happy to help you if I can. and remember please let me know if you decide to do your circle of truth.
|28 Nov 2008||joesph willgardi||best way to kill ur self when ur a minor is to believe it or not is to go to a busy place like a bus terminal/train staion and jump infront of a big vehical best to do while doped up on some kind. have not tried it myself but have contemplated it guns too messy/chance u live. hanging someone could discover u b4 u r dead. straight taking pills same as hanging. all else fail go to amusement park and purposly stand up slash put piano wire on ur neck with a small hook and toss it to sever ur head makes it look like murder in other words one last laugh at the cruel world|
|28 Nov 2008||If you're thinking about suicide, please reach out for help. I definitely encourage you to talk with someone you can trust (a parent, pastor, school counselor, psychiatrist) about what you're feeling. It is so helpful when someone else can help you carry the weight of your pain and offer you a fresh perspective on things.
I don't have all the answers, but I do know one thing... you have value. You matter.
Here is a number that can help. You can call them 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.
UK Suicide Crisis Helpline: 08457 909090
US Suicide Crisis Helpline: 1-800-273-TALK (8255)
You might appreciate this eye-opengin site about God:
|27 Nov 2008||Joseph||My depression had first flared up when I was 9. I started smoking pot when I was 13. Attempted suicide the first time at 13. And started heroin not long after. I would go on to attempt suicide over a dozen more times in just the next year.
One time I had set a date. I stockpiled supplies. I waited for a day when nobody would be around to stop me. I was set on making sure that this time around I didnt wake up.
I shot up a speedball to raise my pulse and lower my heartrate (a lethal combination on its own), downed a leftover vial of perscription anti-depressants (I thought it would be ironic that the thing that was supposed to help keep me alive had helped kill me, Im artistic like that) and cut vertically from the inside of my elbow down to my wrist on each arm.
There is no reason for me to be alive right now. But almost five years after my first try Im still here. Anyone thats looking for help or just trying to find someone capable of responding during conversation, email me, YM jbrett526. Im not in a position to judge. But I am in a good one to talk.
|26 Nov 2008||Marie-Aimee||Pretend to be a flying superhero, and jump off a building!|
|26 Nov 2008||Satan's Jesus||Suicide by cop! Steal your moms minivan and and your dads gun, do a couple of drive-bys to get cops attention.Then go on a high speed chase then abruptly stop in middle of street step out of vehicle and point your gun at a officers face. They will unload theyre clips on ya, that should work!|
|26 Nov 2008||Brittany!!||PEOPLE JUST PRAY THAT JESUS WILL HELP U AND HE WILL!ALL THAT ARE TELLIN THESE KIDS TO KILL THEMSELVES IS HORRIBLE!!NO ONE NEEDS TO DO THAT!JUST PRAY AND MAKE SURE U BELIEVE IN OUR LORD AND SAVIOR!HE DIED FOR US!WE SHOULD LIVE FOR HIM!IVE DELT WITH SO MUCH AND ITS BEEN HORRIBLE BUT EVERYTIME I PRAY THINGS SEEM TO GET BETTER!OKAY!!!DONT KILL YOUSELVES!THATS NOT THE SOLUTION!|
|25 Nov 2008||Kuborion||You know what's funny?
I can think of many things that are worth dying for.
But only a few worth living for...
|24 Nov 2008||.....||Take a lego and shove it down your mouth? -sigh- i dunno see life is all pain, i feel like nobody understand me, yes everyone says taht but in this world i m truly alone, i put up fake smiles for my friends and act normal but deep down i m sad, i m just here ranting, i dont hve a gun so i dunno how to kill myself so i came on this website lookin for a better way then stragglin myself bc thats painful and torture..... its easier to end a life then go through with it b4 i think of doin any stupid after this msg i jus twant to type dat i hate my parents especially my mom, funny how i would type all this on a random site and i wouldnt tell how i feel to any1, o ya i forgot there is no one... bb|