|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?
|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.
|10 Nov 2007||an old fake woman||I am not 13, in fact I am old enough to be someone's grandmother. I am not happy with my life. I was waiting for the golden years and trust me there isn't, life get tougher, In fact very very tough. If you are young don't die, but if you are old go ahead no one cares. I have no children, a loveless marriage, a job that sucks and bills. My future isn't bright. I try so much to be nice and open and honest person. but I am a fake. I have thought of pills or maybe jumping. I read in the paper this week a woman about my age did jump from a bridge and died. Which made me want to go to that bridge and try to feel how she felt. I think I will go this weekend to see. So if you are young and you think life sucks, just wait because it doesn't get any better trust me.|
|10 Nov 2007||Kuborion||To all you suicidals:
AND WHAT EXACTLY MAKES YOU THINK YOU ARE THE POOREST PERSON IN THIS FUCKIN' WORLD?!
This is not a rethorical question. Feel free to answer to email@example.com
|10 Nov 2007||CJ||Answer - Please do not believe there can be a good way to kill yourself. To even entertain these types of thoughts are signs that a person has been given over to a reprobate mind. Suicidal thoughts are rooted in one's acceptance of false teachings on a spiritual level. Our minds (spirit) and body (flesh) is like a stage or temple which thru the hypothalmic link is connected to the Eternal essence of the Creator. This mind/space temple can "hear" and be "heard" by other minds through thought channels. Clear and pure thoughts are simple and uncluttered with doubts or fears. They can be attained through sincere prayer and contemplation of the Creator and Our Lord. Our mind/souls live on whether we like it or not. To conetmplate destruction of this sacred vessel, which we did not and cannot of ourselves Create, is to be given over to a reprobate mind. When we look in the mirror we are seeing the Creator manifesting a portion of Himself as a special private meeting place for us to be one with Him (non-sexual)and to experience His glory (spiritual gifts and blessings), and His power and dominion over all things, manifested in flesh. For what purpose, you might ask? He wants us to experience unconditinal Love at a level only He could imagine. And that's where you and I come in! We all represent a manifestation of Love. You have a special Love in you that no one else in the universe has. That is the Truth. This is how special you really are.|
|09 Nov 2007||Casey||I wish my sister had known how beautiful, smart and talented she was. Everyone else could see it- But she still chose to end her life before she'd even left high school. In the year that followed her death I watched my mother age 20 years in one, I would cry so hard I would vomit, and my daughter will never know her wonderful auntie. Bad stuff passes- and your left with the wonderful . I know my sister would regret her decision so much now when she's missed out on everything. When it feels like no one would even care if you're gone in reality you will break at least 20 peoples hearts. Just take one day at a time and I promise it will get better.|
|09 Nov 2007||Jack||I want to but dont want to leave my kids with no life insurance... suicide voids that. How can it be done to look accidental with relatively low pain?|
|09 Nov 2007||Jammy||It made me cry reading these answers. I tried it 3 years ago and I assure you it was terrible. I ended up having to see a Psychiatrist and its taken me 3 years to feel better. The feelings creep up on me every now and again but I go and talk to my doctor about it and she is really helpful. Please seek help and don't suffer.|
|09 Nov 2007||Dexter||Let me tell you a story. It's a story about Danny. Danny and the ancient monk.
Danny was a normal person. He worked hard, had a nice house and two cats. Nothing to worry about. He didn't have a wife or kids. Didn't want them either. But he was searching for something. A reason to live.
One day, he met an old monk. He asked him: "what is the reason to live?"
The monk answered: "The reason to live is like a spoon."
He went home and thought about this. A week later, he still didn't understand and so he asked the monk: "Why is the reason to live like a spoon?"
The old man answered: "There is no spoon."
The day after, he took a spoon with him and showed it to the monk.
The monk said: "Now you understand."
The reason to live is like a spoon. There is none, unless you find one yourself.