|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?
|22 Jan 2009||Jeff||Here's something I was thinking about. It only works for people who believe there is more than this life though, amd don't know what's on the other side like myself. I believe there is more than this world because I see so many coincidences sometimes that it seems to me something is happening behind the scenes. I'm sorry this doesn't work for people who believe death is the ultimate end though.
It's kind of like Pascal's Wager, applied to suicide. If the next life is a terrible place even worse than this world, then you should stay here because it's better. But if there is a better world than where we are, then it's probably by design that we're here. Why else would we have left it? We probably came here to learn and to experience. And by commiting suicide you are checking out early. There's obviously something to be gained by sticking around. So when we finally do return to that better place, we made the best of our choice to come and be alive here, we suffered and we endured.
It's the cool people that commit suicide because they don't belong in this world. We see the way things should be. But it's because of that that we should stay here. We are the ones who understand, and we are here for a reason, though we may not know why while we're here.
|21 Jan 2009||p.j.r||dear mouchette,
I cant tell anyone so ill tell you.
today i cut myself, not to die but just to feel. i cut my chest and always wear sweaters or high cut t-shirts so no one will see.
good bye for now
|21 Jan 2009||Lennie Melvin||I always wanted to kill myself - that's ambition for you. But now I've changed my mind.
Why run from the gits that made my life hell? Why let them finish me off without lifting a finger?
No. I'm gonna live.
But not the way they wanted me to.
In fear and in pain.
No, I'm taking control.
I'm going to do what I want.
Not what they want.
I'll kill them if I have to, but I AM NOT GOING TO DIE.
I'm leaving this place and going to the one place I can be happy. It may be forbidden but that makes it so much SWEETER.
What I want.
Not what they want.
|21 Jan 2009||melissa||what is this|
|20 Jan 2009||Todd||I don't know.
It's probably the same no matter how old you are.
|19 Jan 2009||Brooke||I'm so close to suicide.... i have a great life and all but my mom is just making me so upset and i just wanna scream. Every time I see her i get close to crying and I cut after she leaves... i'm 13. i was in love, but he broke my heart and now i cant find anyone like him. tongight I'm going to commit sucide. 23 pills will be down my throat soon.... i just really dont dont like life....|
|19 Jan 2009||jesica||you all seem to have some pretty gross and painful ideas to kill yourselfs so how bout this instead of feeling sorry for yourself thiking its the worlds fault GO GET SOME HELP! THISSTUFF YOU GUYS ARE PUTTING IS NOT FUNNY THIS IS SOME SERIOUS STUF YOU GUYS ARE TALKING BOUT I CAME SO THAT I CUD KILL MYSELF CUZ THINGS DIDNT GO MY WAY DEN I ASK MYSELF HOW WUD IT SOLVE MY PROBELM? HOW WUD IT TEACH THE PLP THAT HARMED ME A LESSON? THEY WUD LOVE ME DEAD SO Y ,Y WUD I GIVE THEM THE LITTLE BIT OF ENJOYMENT HUH? WEL IM SAYING TO ALL YOU KIDS OR ADULTS THAT IT NOT WORTH IT JUS GET UP DUST YOURSELF OF N MOVE ON WITH LIFE OR MAYBE ACCUALY GETTING ONE WOULD HELP TO|
|18 Jan 2009||Her Space Holiday||My life is delicately balanced. Everyday I wake, not knowing how shitty I'll feel. Every motherfucking day. I'm scared to lay in bed for fear that I might not be able to sleep. Not be able to get you off my mind. I feel like a masochist just by being alive. Like the only way out is to let myself out. Let the earth consume my pain, let it consume my scarred and dead soul. Do we realize that we are extreme sadists? But nobody cares enough. Enough to do anything; I am no different. Tonight will be like every other night, sleepless and long.|
|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.|