|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 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.
|11 May 2009||wat mater||Dig a deep hole put all the dirt on a cover tye four holes to the corners then host it up note: make shur 2 have nough rope to reach bottom or wont work then find gun lift cover filled whith diert to top of tree or w/e then lay at bottem holding rope then shot self ur hand i'll let go and diert will fall in the hole berring u ta-da|
|11 May 2009||meet a amazing guy then find out he replaced you. it will kill u!|
|09 May 2009||Silvana||I am 18, i just graduated high school last december. Right now i'm thinking of commiting suicide, and no I was never raped, my parents never abused of me and I have a lot of friends, but some how i'm just not happy, and i have tried to convince myself that life is worth living for the past six years but everytime something good happens ... it's just never enough... I wana blame everyone but I know it's my faul, i'm not strong enough, I just can't live, I don't want to live... I have tried to kill myself i broke a glass and wanted to cut my wrists, but i never got anything close to it... But now all little hope and wishes are gone... Right now I have a Knife in my room... I want help, but I just can't... I know suicide is the end and after that there is nothing... I really don't understand whats so bad about it... better there be nothing....
And right now I'm still a virgin(don't believe it if you don't want but i am), and that gives me some hope, so that maybe i wont go to hell for this....
its 3:55pm today i'm gonna go to the movies with my friends i wanna say goodbye... I hope i dont chicken out at the attempt...
And I know no one cares because I have reached out for help, not direct, but I think if any mother sees their daughter crying about anything, she should worry, but she didn't... instead she ask me if i still wanted those shoes... i know she loves me, but....
I don't know what to do
|08 May 2009||oh, so this is a "blog" now, huh? how trendy ahaha.
|07 May 2009||Nicole G.||I am 15 years old and so far i feel as i have no purpose in this world..my mom moved to another country and i never see my father anymore my mother and me never seem to get along ..and last year i met this boy named franco him and i were the best of friends we did absolutly everything together i loved him so much as a brother i trusted him relied on him he helped through the problems me with and my mom ..he saved me from killing myself and from cutting my veins until one day i got my boyfriend and it turns out that franco liked me alot..and he got really mad with me and stopped talking to me and he said horrible things about me..the only reason he was around me was because he "loved" me and not because he really was my friend ..i loved him as a brother and his "love" was superficial and skin deep...I will never forget the day i heard him say all those hurting words...i was so confused and he never spoke to me again ever...i felt the hate from everyone i know it all seems stupid and dramatic but i feel it so deeply and i belive that i will never see him again i dont understand why?? why is he like that? why did he leave me?? Everyday i think about him everyday i have to shove all the memories of him into my box..the back of my heart the space leftover ..the piece he took with him...i miss the boy who use to say good moring everyday at school and walk down and talk about our goals in life our pains...he was the one who kept me moving who kept me alive and i dont understand why he had to be so cruel and just pretend as if i didt exist..no one understand the ache inmy heart the sadness pulling on me everyday and yet i have so much more to write but fuck no one gives a shit people are assholes when it comes to your feeling they just dont fucking care.|
|06 May 2009||Les||I am 35 years old. married, 3 children, a cat and a dog. I do not believe in god or any religious icons. All I know is everyday is surrounded by a big black cloud and a stomach full of anger. What would be worse for my family? me being me in a shitty in-sensitive mood or me being dead? This is what I am wondering. Life at 13 seemed so ..... Fucking stress free compared to now. kid if life is that bad at 13, things don't get any easier. make your choice for you and not for anyone else. Ultimately it is our decision. writing this makes things seem so clear.A moment of clarity in a world gone mad! Why am I thinking of a painless end, after all everyday that I remain breathing; is just the most intense pain I have ever felt. I don't need help, I need.... I need an end to it all!|
|03 May 2009||Caessar||What the hell are you doing posting up a blog on how to kill yourself in the age of 13! WTF! Se i am a 13 year old boy. and if i had bad things going through my life, i wouldnt slowly kill myself! i would run away, be orphaned, talk to a close friend and they would take me in. but death? See if i have ever thought of commiting suicide i would of fisrt thought all the great things earth has to offer. all the wonders i would miss. Think to yourself right now on the thing you love the most. now hold it closest to your heart and stick to getting it. and do whatever you can to make it true!
But if you want to kill yourself... insted do this.
Are you gay? say it to the world. you were already going to ruin your life by killing yourself! pronouncing the truth would make everything better.
Bad parents? RUN AWAY. the most fool proof answer. nothing could be worse than abusive parents.
Have a fullblown talent? run away to somewher that will take you for the talent.
Poor or failure?
rent a apartment look for love and work at a friggin mcdonalds.
Someone somewhere would want you. there dream is you to be in there lives. take it and grasp it. you only get to live once.But you would be so stupid to kill yourself at 13. your real life hasnt even begun.
|01 May 2009||update please||fucking update this site now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!|