|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?
|16 Feb 2008||Mesila||Squirt guns filled with ordinary water, and fabulously overdramatic acting.|
|16 Feb 2008||For those of you who know me, my name could be kelly, but thats||i would say that the best way to commit suicide really depends on who you are. as a semi-suicidal 13 year old, i would over dose on drugs of some sort. I suppose my friends would all say, Why do you want to kill yourself? you're awesome and funny and we love you and your life is great. But is it if you cant even trust the one person you've sworn to trust at all costs? i find myself trying to escape my self and lie to myself, the person i swore to my friend i would trust at all costs. there are only two solutions that i know of (one of which isn't fool proof) 1. suicide 2. insanity. to be able to loose your real self in madness could work but you cant really ever escape yourself. You my say that on the outside people look suicidal or not suicidal, but i've gotta say that those who are suicidal may be the last one you would expect to be|
|15 Feb 2008||stephanie||well ive realy neva tried 2 kill myself so i realy dont kno but i tried 4 da 1st time about a week ago i stood there while a big truck wuz cumin at me cuz i mean im ready 2 die cuz if i try 2 understand wats goin on wit my live i dont kno i juz burst in2 tears cuz i mean ive lost every thang we didnt do christmas cuz a boi ran away broke in my house and my mom got put in jail 4 it my mom got out the next day and as of rite now she still cant work and withen 3weeks of my mom getin bailed out my grandma died from cancer most ppl dont relize wat they got til its gone and that wuz exacly wat happen 2 me and and aii i could do iz cry while i wuz standin next 2 her as she past cuz its so hard 2 watch sum 1 u love go but then withen a month my otha grandma got the plug pulled on her cuz she went brain dead afta brain surgery and that wuz january 12 so yea itz a lot 2 handle specialy wen all ur friends hve turned on you and da 1 u trusted da most got ur mom put in jail and the otha day i found out my best friend has a brain tumor i cant seee my neice when she turns 4 cuz my brotha sista and neice all are wit welfair cuz my mom went 2 jail and ive also neva met my dad and hiz family i mean i talked 2 him 1 day and he sed he loved me and i juz cried cuz how can you love sum 1 you dont kno and i mean ive turned 2 many thangs such as (sex ect ) juz 2 get the feelin that sum 1 loves me and cares wat im gotin through cuz i mean i cant sleep ,i cry all nite ,i dontt hardle eat as much as i use 2 ,ive had a stomic olser ,stay wit head akes ,and my grades have droped sence every thang happen cuz i sleep all day at school and ive got cronic depression ive had it sence i wuz 6 cuz when i wuz 6 i told the doctor i wuz gone kill myself the and wen my mom went 2 jail they put all my pets 2 sleep and abut 3 mths ago i lost my best friend cuz her dad wuz rapein her and the welfair took her i havent seen or herd from her in so long i mizz her|
|15 Feb 2008||lucy||my friend just the other day tried to stab himself to death - he was just depressed he is 12 and he survived some how. about a year ago my sisters friends sister hung herself. it was an accident. her mum wouldnt let her go to a sleep over so she mucked around with a rope on her bunk bed and killed herself|
|15 Feb 2008||Claire Reily||wait a week or a month see how you feel then better still if ya gonna go take out some innocent bystanders and have your 15 minutes of fame on route !
Seriously talk to somebody about what is making you feel like you do it always sounds less serious when talked out . Things always do get better belive me . Stay posotive and take care.
|15 Feb 2008||Irrelevant||I'm 17, a mere month from 18. I'm entirely indifferent about it; I don't care, regardless. All it signifies to me is how much of a loser I really am. I'm socially deprived, although I must say that recently it's gotten better (Not fearing people is a good thing). But I'm still the fuck up I'll always be.
I never leave this damn house, I have no friends, I practically live through a computer. I have no job, I'm afraid of socializing, etc. This is probably the most quintessential moment to add that I suspect myself to be bipolar. In fact, just earlier today, I felt, and even noted, how irrationally energetic and hyper and well-mooded I was; and despite that optimism, I find myself horribly depressed and hating life just as much, as is my norm, in just 12 hours time. The good moods never last.
I've come to terms with myself, in an odd sort of way. I realize that I'm not going to be anything... I'll probably work at some bullshit store until I'm crippled with age, yet it doesn't bother me at all. I'm a mid-school dropout at just fucking 5th grade, I got fucked out of a lot of shit because of some cunt teacher who was a fraud... and yeah, whatever. Suicide is always a present thought in my mind; and sometimes I wonder if I'll be able to just let myself go through with it.
Despite the pain... the torturous life I'm plagued to endure for the rest of my pathetic and insignificant years on this planet, I've stubbornly abided by the promise I made to myself years ago while first battling this sickness. I won't commit suicide; - ever. Not while I know it would cause another person pain, I am not a selfish person... possibly the only attribute I could ever fathom to possess. I've countlessly wished to be unknown; some hobo on the street, just for the excuse to final end my pitiful excuse of a life. Then, and only then, would I ultimately consider suicide.
And this does NOTHING to help me. In fact, it only makes things harder. I only fear what is to come in my life, the disappointments, the loved ones I'll lose, the even more pain I'm sure to have in later years. I - don't - enjoy - life. All I want from life is to be alone... isolated, un-bothered and entirely unknown. Hah...
I've lived in depression for so long, it's as if I couldn't imagine myself without it... which in itself is depressing. But if anyone is honestly contemplating whether or not to end your life, I strongly suggest you mark the following words, as they are to live by: Even if you are to live in a foggy hell of anguish and selfpity, being alive with emotion, even if only pain, is better than not existing at all.
E-mail me if you need someone to talk to.
|14 Feb 2008||la tua cantante.||lies make it better
lies are forever
lies to go home to
lies to wake up to
lies from the alter
lies make you falter
lies keep your mouth fed
lies till your death bed
|14 Feb 2008||la tua cantante.||Do I have to spell it out for you or scream it in your face.
Oh the chemistry between us could destroy this place.
Do I have to spell it out for you or whisper in your ear.
Oh just stop right there I think that we've got something here.
|14 Feb 2008||Bob STROZEWSKI||LET ME TELL YOU ALL ALITTLE SOMETHING// SUICIDE IS FOR COWARDS. LET ME SHARE ALITTLE STORY.. REAL LIFE STORY..HOPE IT CHANGES YOUR MINDS.
FOR MANY YEARS MY TWIN BROTHER AND I WOULD GO FISHING TOGETHER, TALK EVERY DAY ECT WE WERE SO CLOSE..MY LIFE WAS HIS AND HIS LIFE WAS MINE.. I COULD NEVER HAVE IMAGINED WHAT LIFE WITHOUT HIM WOULD BE LIKE.. UNTIL 06/25/08 ..
THIS DAY I DIDN'T HEAR FROM HIM, I COUDNT GET AHOLD OF HIM.. THIS IS THE DAY THAT CHANGED
MY LIFE FOREVER..
MY TWIN BROTHER WAS FOUND AT HOME HE HAD TAKEN NUMEROUS TYLENOL PILLS, SLEEPING PILLS AND ALCOHOL.. HE WAS BARELY ALIVE WHEN THE AMBULANCE ARRIVED.. HE WAS TAKEN TO THE TRAUMA UNIT..FROM THE LOOKS OF HIS BEDROOM YOU COULD TELL THAT HE SUFFERED TREMENDIOUSLY.. BLOOD AND VOMIT ALL OVER THE ROOM. HE COULDN'T EVEN FIND THE STRENGTH TO REACH HIS PHONE 2 FEET AWAY FROM HIS HEAD.
THE AMOUNT OF SUFFERING IN THE TRAUMA UNIT SUPERCEDED HIS OWN PAIN. WITH THE AMOUNT OF THINGS THEY DID TO HIM TRYING TO SAVE HIM.. THE LAST THING HE SAID TO ME WAS I AM SOO SOOO SORRY. I SAID I LOVE YOU BILL.. HE WENT INTO A COMA. HE WAS AIRLIFTED TO THE BEST HOSPITAL 3 HOURS AWAY.ALL HIS ORGANS WERE SHUTTING DOWN..FOR 5 DAYS I WATCHED HIM LAY THERE AND SUFFER HORRIBLE PAIN. HE WENT THROUGH A LIVER TRANSPLANT. DIALYSIS AND SO MUCH MORE. FINALLY AFTER 5 DAYS, I TOOK HIM OFF LIFE SUPPORT. I HELD HIM SO CLOSE AND SO TIGHT FOR 5 DAYS. I TOLD HIM EVERYTHING I WANTED HIM TO KNOW, I PRAYED, I BEGGED, I PLEADED WITH GOD.. I EVEN TRIED TO SELL MY SOUL TO SAVE HIS.. THE TIME HAD COME I WATCHED HIS BADY OVER THE 5 DAYS FILL WITH FLUID, HE GAINED ABOUT 50 POUNDS. WHEN YOU HELD HIS HANDS OR RUBBED HIS ARM WATER PURED OUT OF HIS SKIN. THE WHITES OF HIS EYES FILLED WITH WATER.IT DISTOURTED HIS ENTIRE BODY. THE TIME HAD COME TO SAY GOOD-BYE.
JULY 1.2006 HIS WISH CAME TO LIGHT. MY TWIN BROTHER WAS PRONOUNCED DEAD. I DONATED WHATEVER ORGAN COULD BE SAVED TOHELP SAVE THE LIFE OF SOMEONE THAT WANTED TO LIVE SOMEONE THAT WAS FIGHTING TO LIVE. MY TWIN LEFT BEHIND A 16YR AND A 3 YR OLD. NOT TO MENTION ME.
HIS SUFFERING NOW BECAME MY SUFFERING . FOR 19 MONTHS I HAVE SUFFERED SEVERELY. I ATE ,MYSELF SILLY GAINED MORE WEIGHT THAT I COULD HAVE IMAGINED. IM ON DEPRESSION PILLS, HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE PILLS, AND HAD A HEART ATTACK 9 MONTHS AGO..NOW TELL ME HE IS FREE OF PAIN AND MY HAD JUST BEGUN. I DIDN'T WANT TO DIE. I HAVE 5 KIDS.. I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS NOR IS IT FAIR THAT I HAVE TO SLOWLY DIE THIS WAY. PART OF ME DIED 07-01-06 BUT THE REST OF ME IS FAILING SLOWLY EACH DAY.
SO YOU ALL REALLY NEED TO UNDERSTAND THAT YOU ARE ALSO KILLING OTHERS WHEN YOU TRY SUICIDE.. GO TO WWW.BILLSTROZEWSKI.COM OR TYPE IN BILL STROZEWSKI AND WITNESS THE SUFFERING OTHERS DEAL WITH WHEN U SUCCEED HOPE IT CHANGES YOUR MIND.
|14 Feb 2008||dirtyrudy||eat to much candy!|
|11 Feb 2008||Melissa Reed||Hey ya'all... I'm here to try and help anyone who wants it... you can e-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org or IM me at jokercamaro87 on yahoo messenger. Or you can call me at 740-586-9648... if I don't answer then just leave a message and I'll call back as soon as I can... unless it's outside of the US... I just want to help... suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem... no matter how permenant it may seem right now... and if you wait long enough the rain will go away...|
|11 Feb 2008||tom||To all of you morons,
when you have been born with a heart disease an cystic fibrosis, got cancer a twelve, both of your parents have died a year later, been taken to hospital unconcious and in a coma for 4 months and have been abused by foster parents. that is when you have the right to complain you self indulgent selfish bunch of bastards, you don't know how bad life can be.
shut up and try to enjoy the only life you will get.
|11 Feb 2008||George greece||Hi again guys. This is the second time I am writting here. My last time was at november 2006. Remember myself reading for hours these posts to find comfort on them. My problem was a lot more lighter than others. Anyway, here I am now, enjoying life...|
|10 Feb 2008||BitchAss||um why would a person under 13 year want to kill themselves. are you guys stupid? why would you show this information to little fucking kids. wow and wow you guys are fucking homosexuals and fucking retarted who don't get anything and don't understand shit. FUCK YOU PIECE OF SHIT|
|09 Feb 2008||nadia||let me say one thing...
im 13 and i cut myself, i wanna die and theres not one reason to live.
i have abusive parents, and an even worse life. my mom starves me and beats me. butt my family dosent give a crap.
i dont deserve to live. . . at all.
the best way that id most likely end up doing is drinking that carbon crap with tap water.. easy huh?
|09 Feb 2008||paolin||suck your father s dick|
|08 Feb 2008||ally||I wish I knew the best or easiest way to kill yourself. I am 41 and struggling with it everyday. I have 2 young dughters who need me but I have nothing left to give anyone. My husband has beendeployed overseas for the next year and I am constantly in a state of terror for his safety. I have tried to get help but the military threatened to take my children away if I make any waves or have any problems and my husband has been threatened with loss of a stripe ( which would impact us severly money wise) if I cause any problems where he might have to come home. I have NO ONE to turn to. No family or friends and now I can't even depend on the doctors on base for help as I have beenwarned and made to sign a paper saying I will not do anything or cause problems on the risk of losing my children. I am in constant pain. I drink constantly for relief and think about suicide as a measns to end my pain, I want it to be easy.|
|08 Feb 2008||Sara||I just went through and read all these and i guess theres a lot more people that think that way i do, and thats sort of comforting. since about 13 i'd say is when i started wanting to kill myself. and ever since then it has just gotten worse. i finally broke down last year and told my mom i really need some help. I've been to a phsychiatrist, they gave me meds. did nothing but make me tired. I've tried over dosing on over the counter pills, actually just about 20 minutes ago. yeah nothing i'm still mother fucking alive. i can't cut my self, i don't even have my ears pierced. my best friend and i plan on killing ourselves in september. because we just want one more summer. all i want is to get a fucking job but i cant because michigan's economy is so bad right now, but anyway, get a job and buy some hardcore fucking drugs. put my bathing suit on lay on the beach and bake and slowly die, but i'm not so sure i can wait till september. thats my dream. i'm so tired of crying and clenching my fists everynight, takes hours for me to fall asleep. i'm nothing anymore, i am numb. sure i put a smile on :) i'm so fabulous at that. but everythings going wrong, and i know i know compared to the kids in africa i have a beautiful life. i live in a beautiful house, i'm pretty, i have great friends, i love my boyfriend, ha but can't tell him that because then it would just even be harder to leave. plus i don't know how to be open anyway and it fucking kills me. and theres another problem not only can i not find a way to kill myself yet but he's the only reason stoping me from doing it right now, i couldn't do that to him, and ha listen to me i don't even know if he loves me hahaha i'm a fucking fool i've only been with him for a little over 2 months but i new right away when i saw him he was it, he probably doesn't even know me fuck i don't even know me. so whatever my phones getting shut off tonight, we have to move, i can't find a job, i need to take a drug test to work at kmart but NOPE can't do that because i will not pass, and my mom will know i do drugs. so whatever my life doesn't sound that great, but i mean i know compared to other people i should not be complaining, i fully understand that. but its not about what you have and what you don't. its what your mind tells you, how you think, how you can't stop thinking, and all you want is for it to go away. and it won't stop it keeps going and going that it starts to cause you physical pain. and you lay at the bottom of the shower and don't move. i used to cry there but now i'm finding i don't even have the strength to cry anymore. i'm just emotionless. my mom's home. i had a nice episode earlier and thought about telling her to take me to the hospital tonight before i did something stupid. but i say i'm going to man up and tell her every night and try to get some help. but i never do, i can't. what will she think, i'd feel so weird. so i'm going to go out tonight and party. i don't eve know if anyone reads these anymore. i guess i'll just wait till september. oh haha funny story i got pulled over today by a cop because i was cryin in my car, he asked if i was okay. fuck you. goodbye|
|07 Feb 2008||Allen||asdhjkl; [secrative],
It sounds like you've been through a lot at home. If you haven't felt loved, let me tell you that I love you. Not in some crazy stalker way, but in a friend's way. Please know that you have value. You are important. You are special. And you are loved. If no one has told you in a while I think you need to hear those truths. I didn't speak to my father for about 6 years because I hated him so much. I know what it is to feel rejected and hurt and have bad relationships with your parents. But there is Hope. Killing yourself is NOT the answer. You have a purpose for being on earth. You're here for a reason, and you have to live to find that reason. Don't let your hurt cloud your mind. Suicide is not the answer you're looking for. I nearly killed myself, but I didn't and I'm so thrilled now, years later, that I didn't. Please email me. I would really love to talk. My email is: Area51boca@aol.com
PS. I highly recommend you talk with a professional about what you're feeling too. You can call a free crisis hotline anytime @ UK Suicide Crisis Helpline: 08457 909090 (UK) or in the US 1-800-273-TALK (8255) / www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org. They have trained people who can help and it's totally annoymous (it's free, it's open 24/7, and no one knows who you are).
|06 Feb 2008||asdhjkl; [secrative]||I am only 14 but my life is a horrid mess. My parents tell me they love me but the only reason they tell me they love me is for more excuses to torment me and try and hurt me. My mom often tells me she doesnt want to see my face and tht she wishes she never had me. You dont know how hard it is whenever you mom tells you things like that. Ive considered moving to my grandmas but i would still see her and i would just get so much pain. I cant even tell my best best friend the relationship i share with my mom because it is just so sad. I love her but im trying to stop because its really hard to love someone that doesnt love me. And I know for a fact that the only reason she treats me the way I do is because she knows I dont complain to anyone about it. it hurts so so much so im pretty much 75% sure that im going to commit suicide holding 2 guns. One up the side of my head and 1 twards my heart. My dad has 2 guns to I know it wont be hard for me to get them. I will shoot them off at the same time. I will also take some of my moms pills before so I know i will die right away. I dont want to experience any pain & i know this is the best way to kill myself. For any encouring tips for me please say something! Its really nice to find a site where people understand.|