|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 Nov 2007||Melissa||Hey. This is my 2nd visit here. Last I was here was 4th September 2005! That night I had written bad things here, I hated my self and was suicidal.
Now its 2007 and I feel much better. I got over the whole suicide thing, because I changed things in my life and I seeked help from a professional.
I see my scars on my wrist, but I just smile because thats the past and im heading for the future.
Don't let depression win, why should it? You're all stronger than 'depression'. Just practice controlling your thoughts. Its works.
|16 Nov 2007||witheld||I find it hard to go out, Im 31 and married. I dont expect anyone to understand that, so thats fair enough. But occasionally the thought of ending my life does cross my mind, although Ive never tried. It would be so much easier than living like this. I have the woman-from-hell living on my street, who really does make my life hell whenever she sees me, snide comments, nasty looks, half-threats etc. Id expect that of a 12 year old, not a grown woman, even though she IS a chav. I live in a tiny village, so cant blend in like in say, London. I dread going to get my kids from school, knowing I'll see her there. I cant see my life getting better.|
|15 Nov 2007||Cliff Greene||Ugh, I broke my leg yesterday. the same one as last time. I think it's my right leg? okay no matter. I miss you! I remember when i nicked your ear when I was cutting your hair. I felt so bad...|
|15 Nov 2007||Fabio Gomes||Mrs Kaye McClintock, if God is the answer tell me why is the world the way it is. Full of idealists who talk about all that is wrong with it and the only action they take is to get as much money from the people as they can, under the excuse of so called "causes". Or why the only real "God" the whole world serves is a piece of paper with the face of a Queen or president? if there is an answer for this i'dd very much like to hear it. email@example.com|
|15 Nov 2007||UNKNWN||I WANT TO KILL MYSELF I HAVE TRIED SO MANY THINGS TAKING TABLETS CUTTING MYSELF EVEN TRYING TO HANG MYSELF FROM THE SKOOL TOILETS BUT I NEVER SUCSEED!COULD SOME1 GIVE ME SUM POINTERS THAT DONT INVOLVE ME BEING IN PAIN WRITE BAK QUIK PLZ XX|
|15 Nov 2007||Mich||Well, I would say that all people have a choice whether to live or to die, and those under thirteen have this choice as well - the more options available, the better, although the mass of society would disagree with this.
I am 20 years old, and I know that I will be permanently damaged, if not gone, in 3 days. I know that I have lived life as fully as I could, tried as many ways to survive, tried my absolute best to make sense and logic of this world, but nothing works. There is absolutely no understanding from anyone available for my situation. There is no compassion, no sympathy, no connection. I want to go to a place where these things are there, and I want to bring them back to earth. I want people to stop suffering. I want to see the reason why people suffer. And I want the love and compassion that we are here to share to be natural rights to every single individual living on this planet. I hate injustice with a passion.
This idea of yours, this suicide kit, is quite an inventive idea. My best hopes and wishes accompany your invention and its propogation.
|14 Nov 2007||Mike||Have you ever fougt tear drops only for ur heart to stop?
Have u ever dreamed of seeing the heavens only to be unable to reach the top?
I am not dying, I am sure that I'm dead
So fear is gone along with hope, jus waitin' for blood 2 shed
Scared of absolutely nothin', runnin' from the dungeons
And everytime I think I'm out I get slung back in
Somethin' has 2 happen to save me I'm askin'
I've been soaked with useless shit like a napkin
Nappin' has me graspin' the true meanin' of demons
I see them and alone at night hear them speak on
Plan's form as thoughts swarm, my hearts torn
Pains been born, shot storms, eye's scron, body grows warm
|14 Nov 2007||Mike||I let it go a long time ago... Fuck em is what I say I've prayed everyday for the pain to go away, but it wont leave, its apart of me, and only death can remove it|
|14 Nov 2007||dj||go in the army thts what im going to do next year when im 17 my parents think i need to be perfect all the time but they dont goddamn sob get the fucking idea tht im not so fuck god and everyone else!!!|
|13 Nov 2007||Nauri||There is much to say on the subject of suicide. I know that I have tried a few times when I was younger. I had a reason for wanting to die, not that I told anyone why, everyone thought that it was because my boyfriend broke up with me. That, in my opinion, would be a stupid reason to die. But I still feel like I want to commit suicide every so often. What do you do then? Some would say to get help but what if you can't get help because you don't have the money? I don't know what to do about it. I have self control but what would happen if I get to upset and lose control? It really scared my mom the last time, what will happen if it happens again?|
|13 Nov 2007||Amber Rae||Oh what a wonderful world it would be|
|13 Nov 2007||boony||A vision of the dead and the inbread of the backwoods
Muthafucka born inside a tool shed
Momma never loved me never paid me no attention
Daddy was a rapist 30 years upstate in Fulton County Prison
And I was raised by my own will
Survivin offa scraps and bones
Bear traps and road kill
Spendin my days and my nites all alone
N my mind is gone there sumthin wrong wit my dome
They shoulda put me in that tomb
I didnt ask for this life
When they cut me out the womb with a dull pocket knife
Now i walk with a scythe
And a murderous ability
A corn-fed muthafucka filled with hostility
Cracked out and im gone off the moonshine
A hundred eighty proof wine made from that muskadine
Out in these corn fields learnin all these wicked skills
Swingin slicin choppin dicin
Country boy born to kill
Dont get lost in the woods in your black expedition
On a dark dirt road so suspicious just trees and ditches
Headlights flicker and it's got you turnin switches
Now you so damn scared you bout to shit in your britches
You cant think straight all you hear is heavy breathin
Are your eyes just deceivin wut it is that you seein
When i pull up the eight four pistol in the floorboard
Blast out your back glass got you screamin oh no
You finna know the reason adn you bout to find out
Wut it is to suffer with a rusted blade in your mouth
Nowhere to run nowhere to hide
Bein stalked by the scarecrow the blood line of Malakai
I hear these voices talkin they wont leave me alone
Tell me snatch up this bitch by her hair and drag her home
Over my shoulder in the back of a pickup truck
Cant wait to get her home and hold her bleed her then chop her up
|13 Nov 2007||annie-laure||wait til schoolbus approaches and jump in front of it before it stops.|
|12 Nov 2007||tina||hey. i came to this site like years ago, man. mouchette has been 13 for the past few years. who is mouchette? no idea. i've gone through abuse, was mentally unstable, and suicidal. got locked up in a psyche ward for a week. life is what you make of it. suicide is weak. its basically telling everyone you give up. but really, think about it. what is it that makes you so depressed? or angry? figure out what it is that makes you feel that way and overcome it. that's life. that's strength. i still live with an abusive father, but i'm working on it. i have a case filed out and hopefully my therapist and social worker can help me move out. you only get one life. if it's fucked up, don't whine about it. nobody can fix it for you. find support. find help. get yourself back in your game. find out what makes you tick. suicide can really eat away at your insides and make you feel like total shit. i know, and i've been there. you're too tired. too empty. and you feel alone. find reasons, and the small things that can pull you free. you only get one life, and be anything you want. seriously. that was me right there. life can't get me down, because seriously, i'm winning. you can email me if you need somebody to talk to.|
|12 Nov 2007||pfft.||Mouch, i hate how u didn't post what i wrote about nunga-nungas yet u post all of lucy's stuff? wtf?? i took that from the same books she did. pfft.|
|12 Nov 2007||idk. read a book. smoke your first cigarette. take a walk. jump off a bridge. but who the fuck is going to care if your dead. your not making a dent on the world. It's like how in college if you ditch a class the teacher doesn't care, it's you who's missing out on it. I guess I think being alive is pretty cool. never hide. Stand up for your self or you are nothing more then what other people say. but if you really just don't feel like dealing with anything in life then sure why not jump off a bridge with a flower in your mouth. your fantastic, your just don't know it.|
|11 Nov 2007||OMG, who's lucy cortina??||LUCY CORTINA, I WANT TO TALK TO YOU!
please let me know that u'll talk to me.
i'll be nice i promise.
|11 Nov 2007||OMG, who is lucy cortina??||LUCY CORTINA IS A FAKE!!!
all those stories are from the Georgia books.
the one about elvis.
the one about farting and the sister.
I love those books.
But Lucy is a steeler!
this is fabbity-fab.
|11 Nov 2007||OMG, who is lucy cortina??||OMG!!!!
Is Lucy Cortina the author who wrote the book about nunga nunga's and the sex god, or is the lucy cortina on this site just another one of her fans and stole stuff from her book.
OMG, this is big and i've discovered it!
I love those books! I just finished reading the one where she is the girlfriend of the sex god!
OMG, mouchette, u need to answer me somehow.
|11 Nov 2007||Dan Garrett||Live to a ripe old age serving the LORD Jesus Christ. This is the only and best way to die in perfect peace.