|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?
|27 Feb 2007||gone inside||im 13 years old..alot of people will say i have a perfect life. i go to private school i have alot of friends i have an amazing boyfriend and i get almost anything i want. but i want to die. because all that i listed above can be gone in just a second. i have a mother, whos nice to me only when she feels like it. and then i have a sister. who hates me and is only nice to me when she needs something. and then the worst is when they are together....my mom and my sister get along soo well. and when im around they do everything they can to exclude me. all they do is complain about me. im a straight A student, i dont lie, or cheat or do drugs, i dont hang out with the wrong people, i dont even go to parties. but im always getting yelled at for something im always getting grounded for something. my mother over reacts on everything that happens. i came to the point where i did cut myself and i have been thinking of suicide many many times. all i need is a quick painless method.|
|27 Feb 2007||John Chuck||choking on hotdogs, raise the statistics, and let your friends collect on the insurance.|
|27 Feb 2007||Em||I sit and long for death. All I can focus on at the minute is death and pain!!!
I will do it, I will end all of this. 2 pills and a bottle of vodka. I just need time. I need time to have no doubts, to be sure it will work.
I want to scrape off my skin and bleed warm and red! I want to open up my scars and wipe the cold knife blade across my wrists.
|27 Feb 2007||MARY||HELLO, LISTEN.. TOOOOOOOOO ALL THOSE PEOPLE WANTING TO END THEIR LIFE.. IT MIGHT FEEL BAD NOW. BUT IT WILL ONLY GET WORSE IF U DONT DO SOMETHING TO BETTER YOUR LIFE NOW.. SUICIDE IS NOT ALWAYS THE ANSWER.. BUT SEE IN MY CASE.. I AM SLUT AND I HAVE BEEN WITH SO MANY GUYS AND I HAVE SEX ADDICTION AND ADDICTION TO TO PILLS AND ALCOHAL.. SO I WILL NEVER GET BETTER.. I AM JUST ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO ARE TRULY FUCKED..SO IF SOMEONE WANTS TO TELL ME A WAY I CAN GET BETTTTTER AND NOT FEEL IS EMPTY AND SHITY FEELING IN MY BODY TELL ME .. CAUSE I KNOW THIS WILL ONLY GET WORSE AND END IN DEATH.. IF I DONT GET HELP NOW..THE ONLY GUY I EVER LOVED THINKS I AM CRAZY AND NOT FIT TO HAVE A RELATIONSHIP IN SOCIETY. AND THE ONE GUY I THOUHG CARED FOR ME.. CUT ME OFFFFFFFF FOR GOOD.. I KNOW WHAT PEOPLE SAY U WILL GET BETTER AND FIND SOMEONE TO LOVE U.. BUT I AM DONE LOOOOOOKING.. NO ONE WILL EVER WANT TO BE WITH SOME THAT IS A SLUT AND USED GOODS LIKE ME.. AND WILL NEVER WANT TO RASIE OR GET MARRIED TO SOMEONE THAT IS A SLUT LIKE ME..SO I KNOW THAT I WILL ONLY BE ALONE AND EVEYONE ELSE IN MY LIFE WILL GET MARRIED AND BE HAPPY.. WHILE I WILL DIE ALONLY DEATH..CAUSE I AM MENT TO BE ALONE FOREVER AND EVER.. MY GUY WILL NEVER COME BACK, HE IS DONE WITH MY SHITY AND MY FAMILY IS AS WELL. THEY DONT WANT TO TELL ME,CAUSE THEY THINK I WILL KILL MYSELF WHICH I KNOW I WILL ONE DAY SOON..BECAUSE I A FAILER AS A GF AND IN MY PERSONAL LIFE TOO AND MY PREFESSIONAL LIFE TOO..NOTHING I DO TURNS OUT RIGHT..I AM GIVING UP NOW.. I AM DONE.. MAY I REST IN PEACE.. AND GO TO HELL, CAUSE THAT THE ONLY PLACE FOR ME,, I AM BAD AND SHITY PERSON WHO IS NOT MENT TO LIVE IN THIS WORLD ANYMORE...|
|27 Feb 2007||MARY||HELLO EVERYONE, MY NAME IS MARTY.. I HATE MYSELF AND FOR THE PAST MONTH I HAVE BEEN TALKING SLEEPING TO TRY TO CALM DOWN.. I WANT TO KILL MYSELF TOO. BUT SOMETHING STOPS ME TOO.. I HAVE BEEN AND AM STILL IN LOVE WITH THIS GUY.. WHO FOR THE LONGEST TIME I THOUGHT HE CARED FOR ME.. BUT NOW I KNOW HE IS FINALLY CUTTING ME OFF.. FOR THE FACT I AM FUCKED AND A JEALIOUS PERSON..I THINK I AM GREAT AND LOVING PERSON.. BUT I AM SO UGLY AND FAT AND I WILL NEVER GET MARRIED AND HAVE CHILDREN CAUSE I AM SOOOOO DARN FUCKED..I THINK ONE DAY I MIGHT KILL MYSELF BY RUNNING IN FRONT OF A CAR.. THEN EVERYONE WILL CRY BUT THEN WILL FORGET ME AND GO ON WITH THEIR LIVES LIKE THEY ARE DOING NOW..I HATE MYSELF INSIDE, NOTHING BAD HAS EVER HAPPEND TO ME, I AM JUST ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE BORN WITH A BAD UGLY INSIDE...AND THAT WHY I HAVE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO MAKE ANY RELATIONSHIP OR JOB WORK.. I AM JUST SO UGLY AND STUPID INSIDE.. I WILL NEVER BE HAPPY AND WILL ALWAYS BE ALONE.. I AM GOING TO DIE ALONE AND LIVE ALONE FOR THE REST OF MYLIFE.. CAUSE GOD HATES ME AND DOESNT THINK I DESERVE HAPPNESS AND LOVE.. CAUSE I HAVE CAUSED SO MANNY PEOPLE IN MY LIFE TO CRY AND FEEL DOWN.. MY SISTERS, BROTHER AND MOM AND DAD ARE THE ONLY PEOPLE THAT LOVE ME AND WILL ALWAYS LOVE ME.. BUT IT ISNT ENOUGH I NEED MORE.. I JUST FOUND OUT I AM BIPLORE TOO.. THIS PAIN I FEEEEEEL INSIDE I WANT IT TO GO AND I WANT TO FEEL HAPPY AGAIN.. BUT I KNOW THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEND, CAUSE I AM FINALLY DONE LIVING THIS SHITY LIFE I AM LIVING AND HURTING EVERYONE AROUND ME..LISTEN, I LOVE U VERY MUCH MOMMY, IM SORRY I CAUSE U SO MUCH PAIN AND STRESS AND I CANT GET MY SHIT TOGETHER.. PLEASE IF I EVER DIE DONT THINK IT WAS YOUR FAULT IT ALLLLLL MY FAULT THAT I AM NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO LIVE ALONE.|
|26 Feb 2007||Nathen andrews||i think that you should go on a school massicre and kill off as many of them as you can then charge at the cops and get gunned down by them
at least you get noticed
|26 Feb 2007||sad sack||pre heat your gas or electric oven to
110 degrees whilke your oven is pre heatind mix in a bowl ! cup of anti_depressants 2 cups of sleaping pills and ! cup of flour and milkk each,
then detatch gas bottle from outside your house in the oven.
Now eat the cake mixture if you have quick working tabltes by the time the gas bottle explodes you will no longer be depressed due to the anti_depressents and being dead.
GO GET SOME FUCKING HELP
|26 Feb 2007||melissa||life does suck!! my life does..i mean i got to school with a bunch of idiots and then come home a mother that is crazy!!i would really like to die i pray to god every night bout it.|
|26 Feb firstname.lastname@example.org||i have survived through many things in my life, and i would like to ofer help to anyone who needs it.
ive been through sexual assult,
i was pregnant at only 12(no, i wasent a whore,.. it was just the wrong time of the month)and had the baby at 13.
if i can help anyone with anything, please email me,..
i dont have msn, but i chek my emails almost everyday.
i might not be abel to help you with everything, but i will atleast listen and try to help.
hope to hear from some of you soon !
|26 Feb 2007||jay||i believe this is sick, giving kids information about killing themselves instead of helping them through their problems.this site should be banned!|
|25 Feb 2007||jju||no iam not under 13 please send me the kit immediately i hate this world i hate everything|
|25 Feb 2007||DoTA KwEen!||Play DeFense of the Ancients ALL day LoNg And dOnt sTOp! aND DOnt eat and dRInk and UrinaTe!!! yOu'LL die GODLIKE!!!|
|25 Feb 2007||sum times people on here need to forgive themselves.|
|25 Feb 2007||Jodi||slit your wrists with a butter knife; slowly. Do It before mom gets home.|
|25 Feb 2007||baby_again||Hi, i wrote a story and the date in the story is soon
He left the office a 1:00 PM Thursday March 1, 2007. He had given his boss an excuse for his early departure. Something about an appointment. His thoughts were disconnected as to what had happened the past weeks. His thoughts were on the task at hand.
He followed through step by step, like a military man falling back on his training when all else fails. Sitting on the bench awaiting the bus he goes through it all in his head.
He boards the bus sitting in the front with his back pack on his lap. He fidgets nervously with the strap as he stares out the window. He's traveled this route many times before. But today was no ordinary day. Today was his thirtieth birthday.
The bus arrived at the YMCA. He slung his back pack over his shoulder. Upon exiting the bus he lit a cigarette. It was a bit windy so he had to flick the lighter a couple times before it was lit. When finished, he walks through the front doors. He shows his card to the receptionist who scans him in. They make idle chatter while she is handing the card back to him. Heading down the hallway towards the men's locker room he instead darts into a side room. This is a private unisex bathroom with toilet, sink and shower.
He sits his back pack on the floor. He walks over to the mirror and begins to unfasten the buttons on his work shirt. He pulls it off and throws it on the ground by the backpack. He looks in the mirror. He notices the scar on his chest. He stands there looking at his face. Not so long ago it looked vibrant and young. But now was beginning to show the signs of aging. His face looked worn and tired. His eyes seemed as hallow tunnels of darkness as he gazed deeper into the mirror. He was loosing himself in thought.
Turning on the water faucet he washes his hands. He then kneels in front of the back pack and begins pulling out its contents and laying them neatly in front of him. Baggie with marijuana, rolling papers, scissors, and a folded plastic trash bag. Then opening the bigger compartment he pulls out a pair of what look to be a pair of footed pajamas with tweetie bird on it. There is also a matching top with buttons.
He unwraps the folded trash bag and slides out two adult disposable diapers and sits them on top of the pajamas. He then opens a smaller pouch and pulls out a razor, shaving gel, a container of Johnson & Johnson's creamy baby oil and a pill bottle. There is also a tiny bottle of conditioner or hair dye.
He stands up and strips and throws his close into the now unfolded trash bag, and drops that bag into the trash bin. He then walks over to the shower and turns it on to warm the water.
He then collects the razor, and shaving gel from the pile of items. Closing the curtain he steps under the water. He spends a few minutes just enjoying the warmth. He then takes the gel and spreads it on his face. Then taking the razor in his hand, he proceeds to shave. After his face is smooth as silk, he lathers his chest and begins to shave
He then lifts his arms and lathers up his pits. He shaves the left, then the right. He then rinses in the faucet for a while longer. He takes the shaving gel and lather's his pubic area and then carefully begins to shave the mound, and the areas down
under. He continues this process, shaving even his legs. He stood there a moment looking down at himself to check for any missed spots. He then remembered his arms.
When he was finished he stood there with the curtain open dripping dry. He had not brought a towel. He glided his hands over his skin to brush off the water droplets to speed the process. Moments later he found himself standing before the mirror. This time he had a smile as he surveyed his handy work.
He took notice of his build. He had worked for months at weight training. But unlike most people, his arms were not big. However his chest was well defined. He made sure to push himself at working those muscles more than anything else. There was just something about that look.
He took the tiny bottle and rubbed it's contents in his hair. He had dark brown hair, which was short. This was changing his color to a light color. What he saw looking back at him seemed like a
stranger from a far off dream.
He bent down to pick up the J&J baby oil. He opened the container and squirted a dab on his hand. He rubbed it into his chest. The smell enveloped him and took him far away. He was back at the old house on the couch. He was being changed by his mother. The memory faded as quickly as it had come.
He began to frantically rub the baby oil into his skin in a vain attempt to conjure this elusive dream. Before it was all over he had rubbed a generous portion of this oil from his neck to his feet. He set the container on the sink. He then reaches into the
bottom of the back pack and pulls out a small container. He untwists the lid. He pulls out two suppositories. He then spreads his legs slightly and inserts them one at a time into his bottom.
He once again washed his hands. He then grabs one of the adult disposable diapers and begins to open it up and stretch it out a bit. He lays it on the floor. He sits down on it and lays back on the floor. Things were now seemingly automatic. He was moving through the steps now with no apprehension. He began to fasten the tapes alternating sides until it was snug.
He then repeats the process with the other diaper, putting it on over the other. He stands and begins to slide on the pajama bottoms. He feels much more comfortable now that his feet are not on the cold tile floor. Buttoning up the pajama tops he smiles catching his reflection again. He then empties the pill bottle's contents onto a little metal shelf beneath the mirror. There are pills of various colors and shapes.
He begins to sort them with his fingers. He contemplates weather he should take pills of a like color together, or just dump them all down his mouth in any old random order. He decides to
separate them. As he is fiddling around sorting out the pills he begins to feel the pressure in his bowels intensify. He reaches into the backpack and pulls out a flask of tequila, and then a 20oz bottle of blue power-aid. He begins to down the pills with
the tequila. Once all the pills are gone he throws the pill bottle in the trash.
He now begins to role the first of what would be three joints out of the marijuana baggie. He tossed the baggie in the trash when finished. He puts the three joints into the empty slots in his cigarette box. At this point the pressure is unbearable and he
hunches over slightly and lets nature run it's course. There he stood, a thirty year old, dressed as a toddler, diapers and all.
He sniffed for a second. The odor was not as strong as he had imagined it would be.
He took a piece of paper and wrote the words "blood thinner, muscle relaxant, sleeping pills, pain killers, laxatives. He slung the backpack over his shoulder and glanced in the mirror for one last look. All his old personal effects were in the
trash. All he was bringing with him was the backpack which now contained power aid, cigarettes and joints and a lighter. And perhaps a few other odds and ends.
He stepped out of the door and walked back to the desk. There were people all around the lobby. Laughter began at once. The lady at the desk noticed and was also joined in with the others laughing. There laughter seemed so distant. Or perhaps he was so distant from the very place he now stood. He slid the paper on the counter. She looked at it. He pulled open his back pack and removed a hunting knife and held it up for her to see.
A hush fell over the entire area. "You took those pills?" she asked. She was barely audible. "Open the door that leads outside to the pool." He said sternly while looking her in the eyes. She took her key ring and he walked behind her keeping the knife near
her. While they stood there at the door she was fumbling nervously with the keys. "I'm not going to hurt you." He said.
"Did you have an accident?" she asked while turning to face him.
She could obviously tell by the odor that he had soiled himself.
He didn't even entertain her question with a reply. She opened the door. He saw her cell phone clipped to her side. He quickly grabbed it. "I know how this goes. You'll call the police. I don't want them coming in with megaphones and such. So they can
talk to me on this number. Now go back to the desk and don't let anyone out here." He commanded. He stood on the other side of the door as she closed it.
He began to walk towards the deep end. There were two diving boards, one at a normal height, and another which was quite high.
At least 20 feet or so he figured. He climbed up the steps and walked the length of the board. He sat down with legs dangling over the edge. He took rope from his backpack and tied his feet together. He then retrieved one of the joints from his cigarette box and lit it.
He sat atop the board perched like a eagle with his eyes darting across the area in anticipation. The area was surrounded by a very high fence. This added to his feeling of security. He began to hear sirens in the distance drawing ever closer. They were like intruders come to steal his peace.
After finishing his first joint he then began to sip on the power-aid. He began to wet the diaper. He hadn't noticed it earlier, but he had already wet himself while relieving his bowels. This gave him a strange sense of comfort. He began to feel sleepy. He lit another joint. He had his cigarettes, lighter, cell phone and knife at his side and his back pack
The police cruisers were parked and he saw four police officers at the fence yelling at him. He could not make it out. He picked up the cell phone and called the front desk. A man answered.
"Tell them to turn off the sirens and lights and stop yelling. I need peace and quiet." He said and then hung up. Moments later his order had reached whomever was in charge and they complied.
The cell phone rang. He answered it. "My name is Daniel Green from the police department. Sir why don't you come down and let's talk." The man said. "No, there's no talking. Just leave me alone. I want quiet and I want to be alone." He said as he threw
the phone into the pool.
He could hear the distant chatter of police radios. He knew time was short. He tried to move but was finding it difficult. He voided into his diaper again. He sparked his third joint and eagerly puffed on it. He was feeling so sleepy now. He slid down his pajama's to show his diaper. He then took the hunting knife out of it's sheath again and put it against his inner thigh on the left leg.
With one fluid motion he cut all the way through the artery. He then pulled the pants back up by leaning back. He then stabbed himself under the arm severing that artery as well. Blood poured
from his wounds. He began to feel heavy. He was in a dream state now. He saw that the police officers were through the door and onto the pool deck. There frenzied shouting and radio squelch was so distant now.
The dream took over the focus. "That's right, I remember now. I used to come to this pool as a child with my family. This pool has always been here. This pool has always been here." He was
ripped once again from this dream when he heard clanging of boots climbing the steps. He looked down into the crystal blew water.
It seemed so inviting. He inched himself closer to the edge. The pills were doing what he wanted. No pain, no clotting. He felt the board shake as an officer was almost upon him. "Mommy." He
whispered as he fell forward off of the high diving board. The free fall felt like slow motion. He smiled as the water was rushing up to greet him.
Splash! The pajamas immediately took on a heavy and clingy quality. The disposable diapers began absorbing the water which made them puff up. This felt so comforting. The water was so warm. He felt like he was being held. The bulk between his legs
was so secure. The weight of the fabric was so safe. He hit the bottom of the deep end. He rolled onto his back and crossed his right arm over his chest in an attempt to hug himself.
His eyes were looking up through the blurry blue which was now becoming red with his blood. There was a splash and a rippling of the water. "They're coming to steal me away" he thought. He realized he was still holding his breath but that would not last much longer. He began to breathe in water through his mouth. He previously imagined this to be quite painful and scary. Somehow he couldn't feel anything but warmth and peace.
His body began to twitch and shake. "Air is for the living." A voice said from within him. He stopped shaking. He became one with the water, not being able to feel where his skin and clothing ended, and where the water began. All was dark.
"Sweetie, wake up." A soft voice said. His eye's fluttered open.
The light poured in through the windows illuminating the entire room. He felt himself being picked up and carried. "It's ok baby. Mommy's here now." As they passed a mirror he stared in total
disbelief. There he saw his reflection looking back at him. Only now he was a little girl with curly blonde hair, dressed in a pink baby sleeper. The entire room became engulfed in white light. "The transformation is complete." A man's voice came from the mirror.
All i want is ot be a baby again to be care free to be lovedto be a girl not a boy.
3/1/2007 is my 30'th
I wanna go home.
|24 Feb 2007||DONT DO IT!||I have though about commiting suicide many times. My life is pretty horrible because I only got two good friends. But one of them everyone hates. It is pretty hard. I was only suicidal for about 1 year. My cousin commit suicide when he was 23, because his gf broke up with him and they were going out since the 8th grade. He got caught with many DWI's and she said if you get 1 more, were done. Well he did get one more, and they broke up. The next day he was moving out of her house to go back with his parents. His friend left for work, he came back to the house about 10 minutes later because he forgot something. There he was swinging dead, if he woulda been there 30 seconds earlier, he would still be alive. When he was in the casket, his family was sooooo sad (obviously). I can guarentee that he regrets commiting suicide now. But he can't return back to earth as a person, only as a soul. I can guaruntee that people who commit suicide regret it in the long run. When I saw him in the casket, I wanted to commit suicide also, it kind of inspired me. I hate my brother, he always calls me a fat fucker. He always calls me gay, and he means it. It pisses me off really bad. That was when I was suicidal. It's been probably a year since I seriously thought about suicide. I was planing on carrying it out and I was planning on how I would do it. I got deep into thought and started crying a lot. I couldn't stop. I was thinking about my little cousin and how I wanted to influence her on how to grow up. DONT COMMIT SUICIDE. Think about it, imagine yourself being in a casket, with everyone who sincerly loved you enough to drive to your wake and mourn you, it's not the way out. Just wait... for all you people who think about suicide, DONT DO IT... it gets better. For all you people who contradict what I just said, your taking it to hard on yourself. Your parents are soooo sad when your laying dead in the casket. ITS NOT THE WAY OUT!!! If god wanted you dead, you never would have been born. Get fat and have a heart attack if you want to die, die a natural way, don't die by ending it yourself. You insane if you commit suicide and there is something going inside your head. Go to a doctor and get some help, it's not worth it and you got a whole life in front of you, you couldn't have the best life when your young, but you could become rich doing something stupid and have the happiest life. Just let life take its course and have fun in life while it lasts.|
|24 Feb 2007||dead inside.||i only want to be loved. it sounds so simple, yet its nearly impossible.|
|24 Feb 2007||Stephen Borgovini||As an "artist" you have to be responsible for your creations. I work with "Artists" everyday and they are by far the most self centered, judgmental people ive ever met. The truely creative never label themselves and approach all things with love, sympathy and understanding.|
|24 Feb 2007||Dee||just cut your self to death and slowly bleed and while your dying just say "Fuck all of you!!!!"|
|24 Feb 2007||Jackie Oh||by living a life determined by others, by follwing THEIR rules and not floowing your heart.
you slowly die inside either way...
its so simple.