|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?
|02 Jul 2007||wouldnt you like 2 no||so people care. this means.....???
actions speak louder than words.
they didnt convince me.
so maybe i will convince them.
|02 Jul 2007||Bonnie||I think that many people are afraid to talk to someone because of the stigma that goes along with suicide. For me, asking my parents to talk to someone was scarier than the thought of killing myself. When I finally did it, I felt like a weight was taken off of my shoulders. I had finally let someone else know what had been plauging me. I think talking to someone was the best thing I could have done. The person that I talk to does not tell me how to live but helps me learn to cope. Life is hard for everyone, but you would be suprised how many people do love you (even if you dont think so AT ALL). When you are under 13 you have so much to live for. Please talk to someone about it that can help you. A friend, a teacher, counselor, parent, hotline. You would be surprised what you find out is in you. Good luck! I hope you start to feel better. It is hard, but you seem to be a strong person. Find love because it is there|
|02 Jul 2007||17yrs_old|
|02 Jul 2007||kim1122||Warped soul.
You study psycology and yet u fail to practice wat u've learn. You shouldnt b trying to make other people feel low, u should no how dat could affect them! u should no better alright? Dont use ur knowledge to step on people and bring them down cuz they dont come here for that!
|02 Jul 2007||caroline||so i ended up on a site i have never heard of but i geuss now i'm here. no one wants to kill themselves deep down they just want the pain to stop. no one wants to lose a loved one to suicide, but not many people can stop it. not many people can say that they have survived hell and lived to tell their story, unfortunatley i'm not one of those people. for a while i thought i had survived hell, then i realised that it was jus disguising itself and really i was in deeper than i ever have been, so yes i have experience on attempted suicide and yes i have the scars, however one thing i didn't realise i had was a life. so no matter how crap you think life is, jus keep thinking, yeah it can get worse, but it can also get a lot better. hang on in there and you'll be okay.|
|02 Jul 2007||Em||I've been there and done that. In reality your not hurting yourself your hurting the ones that LOVE and CARE about you. It may seem like that they don't care, but trust me they really do. All you have to do is have some faith and beleve that your special. I once had an experience where I tired and beleve me I saw the light, but my Uncle had told me to go back it wasn't my time. Since then I've been alot more happier and my family and friends are supporting me. I'm just greatful that I was givien a second chance at life. I got the help that I needed and I am very greatful that I'm hear.|
|01 Jul 2007||statistically speaking.||im not sure what the best way would be. but 30,000 people a year cant be wrong. i mean thats a large number. so u r not alone in this.|
|01 Jul 2007||scyophra||whe i was 12 i tried. then, just before the end, i felt that all the bad was gone, if i wasn't alive anymore. and, like flipping a switch, i wasn't alive anymore. who was standing in my place? a clone, a fake, but someone who didn't have a reason to die, who didn't have the baggage dragging me down into my living hell.
it was surreal. like i had just found a quarter on an arcade game with an extra life already on it. i had a fresh start, like all the negativity had let me go, and i had finally let go of it.
and, eventhough i feel really bad right now, i won 21 years worth of living from that moment til now.
the day my friend killed himself, i felt as though i had died with him, once for every day we'd ever laughed, ever found a time to enjoy the endless days of our youth. it hurt so so so bad, and i felt miserable hating everyone who felt just as bad for losing him. it made me alone, useless, worthless.
even then, especially then, i couldn't die. i knew the consequences to everyone i loved.
and now, i'm a survivor, twice over.
does that make me any better? i know it doesn't. i've been to the back alleys of depression. i set up shop there. i thrive in the worst passions of anguish and self torment, not hoping, by writhing in despair. but it's my home, and i'm experienced on my territory.
believe there can be one useful trick left, that there is something worse than living, and it starts at the mistake of suicide.
you can thank my manic side for finding that out.
|01 Jul 2007||N||I think if the person is doing it for the right reasons they should commit suicide without hesitation. Consciousness goes on, no matter what. In other words, the part of you that thinks "I am" cannot die. The WORST that can happen is reincarnation. Forget about any ideas of hell and punishment, no such things exist. Being a human on earth is as close to hell as will ever be. So what are the right reasons? The right reasons are not to leave anything or anybody, but to actually go somewhere: to our source. And it is more correct to say "wake up" than it is to say "leave" or "die." You and me are not actually here. There is no "here." It is an illusion, do not be fooled by it! "Here" is like a desert mirage, "here" is a hologram. "Here" is a dream. When you awaken from a very real dream, do you actually leave somewhere? Of course not. How can you leave your dream if you were not there in the first place? You were only dreaming you were there. The actual cause of all our misery is the that we sleep. We were not created to sleep. It causes anguish that eventually expresses itself as "things" or "stuff" outside of ourselves (or inside ourselves as with physical pain). For example; bad parents or no parents, being fat and ugly, being lonely, sickness and disease, regrets from our past, and/or just generally being very unhappy with our life. Do not get caught up all those reasons for sadness. They are illusions. They are not actually happening. What is happening is that you and me are asleep, which prevents us from being with our source (God), which causes us to be sad or sick. Before anyone "kills themselves" they should understand a few things: 1. ALL of your problems are not real. They are illusions created by YOU. Yes, you do this to you! The world is being done by you, not too you. 2. You are perfect, flawless, immortal, and YOU ARE NOT A BODY! You are light (Do not insult God by thinking anything else). Remember: you are spirit dreaming that it is a vulnerable, soft-bodied mortal trapped in a valley of shadow. 4. You don't actually seek an end to anything, you actually want to wake up to the real and to the source (God).
I could list some more, but those are good to start with. (And please don't respond saying "Jab a pencil in your eye and tell me this is not real!" or some other version of that argument. It comes down to this, if you think this is real then you HAVE to believe all of these untruths and thousands more: a)I am a body (vulnerable to harm and mortal). b)Pain, misery, rape, murder, injustice, scarcity, etc all exist. And either God made all that or it just happens to be out there. c)I am at the whim of a wild world because it is outside myself and beyond my control. e)I believe I am just another lonely human body among billions, seeking out other bodies so that I am less lonely, on a isolated planet on the verge of environmental collapse, that seeks out a few laughs before my short life-time is over and I die and even then I may burn forever in the fires hell. f)If you actually believe all that crap you need to wake up.
|01 Jul 2007||kim1122||As much as I wish for birds to talk
They just fly, just sing
No smile, no love
How many tears might you poor bird had sang
With your deepest breath you spread your wings and
Sing, Life is beautiful!
Or maybe youre singing how desperate you feel but,
How would we know, you cant talk!
And with no hope you surrender and yell, Please no more!
You break to ground and ask yourself Where to go? With who to stay?
But you poor bird cannot speak
With your anguish no one can assist
Nevertheless poor bird just fly and sing
Someones observing and for your charm admires you!
Spread your wings and sing to life
For being my most beloved in sight
Oh, as much as I wish for you to talk!
Don't hide your pain, please talk to someone, i can help!
|30 Jun 2007||Ryan||talk to a stranger on the internet always seems to work on the news...
We at my age (21) thinking about the old fashion shotgun to the face but i haven't worked up the balls to do so yet. hopefully soon ill grow some.
|30 Jun 2007||jacob||tonight is the last night of my life|
|30 Jun 2007||The Bitter End.||And I hear mercy sigh and leave the room.|
|30 Jun 2007||Just trying to help||To those that need a lift....
One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
other times there were one set of footprints.
This bothered me because I noticed
that during the low periods of my life,
when I was suffering from
anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.
So I said to the Lord,
You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you,
you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life
there have only been one set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most, you have not been there for me?
The Lord replied,
The times when you have seen only one set of footprints in the sand,
is when I carried you.
|30 Jun 2007||mary||... alot of yall dont seem to have a good reason to be so depressed... your just depressed. looking through all these entries.. i think id really just rather suck up my problems once again and carry on. my father has beaten me, ive been used for sex, and ive suffered through unbelievably bad times with guys so many times.. but reading all of yalls entries.. i just dont really see the point anymore. why kill yourself when your so young? why not just wait for what the future holds... for what the future can change for you. you may be depressed now- but for most of yall, thats prolly because of your peers and because middle school is just about the crappiest place because people are just so obsessed with themselves and their social acceptance that they are mean to others. either live through it like millions of others do... or ask to be homeschooled, transfered, anything. there are always other ways. suicide is your easy way out... dont be a wimp.|
|30 Jun 2007||dreal||no one that young should consider suicide. call a worker or teacher, etc. and get help out of your situatioh esp. if your are pyschicaly, sexually or menatally abused. it's not to late for you i promise. but get to 30 and maybe i can relate to severve depression and constant pain that no drug legal or not can cure. someone old and wise that some people are not meant to be in this world but nothing for a 13 to even worry about|
|29 Jun 2007||Julie||hang your self|
|29 Jun 2007||dead inside.||like omg.
dear sweet michelle.
please don't tell people who've been sexually abused or kidnapped that the only thing thats best for them is suicide.
anywho, i hope things work out for you as well.
AND. you don't really need to rush into the sex thing, i'm sure you'll get your chance when the time is right.
And: life is over..
talk to kim here, she's a darling, i know she'll be of much help.
keep fighting kids.
|29 Jun 2007||Sleeping in Kentucky||It has to be ironic. A humorous death does not mock the darkness of a failed life. It demands attention. Maybe a Flintstones vitamin bottle with 25 oxy's inside, or some sleeping pill, and a label that says it will make you big and strong and pretty and smart and rich and handsome and funny and skinny and famous. There are enough heros out there, enough sick who fight their disease. I want a disease damnit. You want a suggestion for a suicide kit, how about a sliver of paper that says you are already dead. Maybe then they will want to live. Or maybe,,,,,|
|29 Jun 2007||Warped soul.||to the bitter end.
it sounds like u may have just a wee bit of sand in there still.
u never will understand what i say. cuz simply put, i am a product of my reality.
still images burned into my minds eye,
from hell fire fueled by thier hatred for me and life.a red soaked canvas of the way they were.
i am a muther fucking artist.
also. why do u hide behind the monitor. why wont u email me?
i think you are a miserable chicken shit who gets his jollies from pushing his misery on others.
i study abnormal psycology. you marinate your brain in adrenaline cuz it makes u "high" but when u have no more potency in ur adrenaline u have to release. by talking down on others. i have seen it on graph. graphs made from other miserable people's brain monitoring. like u.
ussually this behavior is caused by to few hugs as an adolecent.
hows my genious now?
and it was i who wrote about the sand.
why because bitter??? ur own good.
you will understand one day.,