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.

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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?
10 Jul 2006 Kirsten u kno there are those ppl that come on this website adn al they do is bitch about the stories posted...sayin shit like ur fuckin dumb...and stuff....well they need to shut the fuck up.....ppl dont jus come on here to write about their lives..they come to read about others lives....they come to see how much better their life is than some gives them self confidence and sumtimes helps them.....well since im here ill tell about my life....

heres how the story goes....
there have bin countless times where i have bin abused...mentaly physically sexually emotionally.....

yea.....the whole deal.....ill b 15 in 10 days and for those 15 yrs ivebin alive im abused still....not sexually anymore.....thank god....

the sexual abuse started wen i was my babysitter...then it lasted from age 7-9......and wen it finally got around to my mom.....all she sed come u dint tell me....she dint bother to comfort me or anythin.....

now these days i find myself bein with a guy....not bcuz i like them...but only to have him for a lil while.....i have never had a long term realtionship....and i get that regret after doin sumthin with a guy....i have bin sexually active since i was 12.......and i find myself doin w/e to plz the guy and i hate myself for it.....

i live with mom and see my dad every other im torn btween 2 places...

my mom is many of the reasons i am the way i am.....

but yea...i think everyone balmes everything on everyone else every now an then....uggh....
i jus feel like ripping my heart outa my chest.......hoping that that wud stop all the pain i feel inside....but who knos......but i guess thats all i can write right ill continue later.......
10 Jul 2006 alyssa the best way to kill yourself wen you under 13 is to not kill yourself.. you'll be letting everyone else win... i used to want to kill myself but all you really need is a good friend to talk to and to really think about your situation and what other options you have to look at ... if the people you live with beat you ...try to get a job then you will see them less and they will be glad ur out of the house.. then you can save the money and maybe get an appartment or something .im not here to judge anyone and im not saying suicide is for bad people im just trying to say theres other answers...
10 Jul 2006 emma i killed myself when i was thirteen. i swallowed an umbrella and it opened inside me. oops
09 Jul 2006 QUEENB i wanna die to releave me pain,
i wanna die with alot of pain.
i want to see blood and feel its pain,
i wanna hert in such a different way.
i dont wanna live ive given up,
i cant handel the pain ive had enough
enough is enough its all i can take
people wisk my emotions like baking a cake.
living on energy god knows were from,
guaranteed i wont live long.
to hard but i have tried
tried to mend my hert inside.
i wont to go slow with so much pain
i dont wanna live another day,
on a lonly one sided emotional train.
that was me at 18 now 22 after 4 years of counselling im finally happy and can deal with things in such a different way. im now studing to be a suicide counsellor .PLEASE LIFE HASENT EVEN STARTED THE GOOD DAYS ARE YET TO CUM, PLEASE GET SOME HELP OFF A PROFESSIONAL NOW ITS NEVER TO LATE TILL THE DATE!!
09 Jul 2006 johnny ya know, I simply just don't get it you say you people want to die yet when I offer ideas and other ways to help you send harsh e-mails bitchen at me now IM hurt deaply hurt make up your mind do you want to die or not because judging by most of the reactions I get ID say your all just scared kids with nothing else to do so you try and through one big pitty party well sorry to disapoint you but that doesnt always work i think you should only e-mail me if ya wanna die other wise i really have nothing to offer
08 Jul 2006 nameless i just wanted to say that i read most of the stories and things people have to say about suicide and ive been very suicidal for a while now and if i had access to anything at all that i knew for a factwould work i know i would do it in a heartbeat and everyone thats out there saying that suicide isnt the answer and that we shold try to rise above everyone else and find someone who cares man thats all nothing but bull man what if there isnt anyone that cares what if your life just totally sucks and reading all these stories just make you even more suicidal and depressed thinking of those people im not one to give advice and im not looking for anyone to email me or anything im just saying my friend gave me the link to this website and told me to read them and to tell you what i really dont care i still want to die every day it gets worse and worse and its all i can think about and theres nothing that can stop them i cut my wrists all the time just to watxh myself bleed the scars are so bad on my wrist and my arms that i go no where without a jacket and i keep going because theres nothing in life better that infinite ending and total darkness bliss and thats what i want and right now i dont have a high place to jump off of and i dont have access to a gun or anything i could really use to kill myself so until i do i hurt mself as much as i can and keep looking to the perfect way to get me out of this stupid world with all the stupid people that i cant stand people always trying to say if you need to talk im here or i know how you feel but the truth is no one knows how someone else feels not exactly and some people just need to get it out of their systems that the world is nothing but a bunch of happy friendly people and start realizing how much life sucks
08 Jul 2006   Why don't you people stop feeling so sorry for yourselves and get help?
Life is what you make it. Turn your life around into something more giving?
08 Jul 2006 Emily cutting your self isnt suicdial...its a pain reducer. It actually releases natural self depressants. Hence why you want it more and more; So if you are doing it to get attention stop it, cause you have no fucking clue the pain one can feel and the only way to realease the pain is from cutting cause all yopur attempts hagve failed
08 Jul 2006 concerned Why would anyone want to kill themselves? Isn't that the coward's way out? Aren't there people out there that could help you to over come your afflictions?
08 Jul 2006 tasha when ur under 13 life sucks! all the posh girls trying to get the boys attention picking on u cause the biyz like u 4 who u r not cause u straighten ur hair, do ur nails, worry about wat u wear. its all sad. live sucks sumtimes cause people themself make you feel so low. they pick on u 4 no reason. just cause ur urself. dont make urself 2 be anythin ur not it just aint worth it. believe me ive been beaten up 6 times by boyz brought through hell an back also tried 2 commite suicide
08 Jul 2006 waza razor blade your skin off then dive in a vat of salt
08 Jul 2006 Jemma Ok...I ain't here to say to u all..oh no dont kill all means go right ahead...but no1 on this site is serious..because people who are depressed dont like to talk about it...they dont go on about how much they want to kill themselves...ther out ther actually doing just all wake up to yourselves and realise that you dont even have problems...try being raped when your 7...then almost stabbed to death by your own mother than come back and tell me how depressed you are...
08 Jul 2006   I tried to hang myself when I was 12, but I was caught in the process. And to all these people "slitting" their wrists, you aren't trying to kill yourself, if you were going to then you'd know you don't cut across the vein , you cut with it. I can tell you this though, after being to war twice, I have seen and smelled more death than I care to. I lived 20 feet from rotting corpses. All this combined with killing the enemy ruthlessly, has made me numb. I can't go five minutes withought thinking of killing myself. and the only thing that stops me is I don't want my wife to have to see, nor my 5 year old son. I played Russian roulette last week, but musta missed my chance. I can tell you this, the human race is a disease, and if you think you want to kill yourself, do it. Just make sure you kill the rest of your family first. It will be a good form of population control, and get those of us too ignorant to live off of this earth. Just do your family a favor and kill them first, I mean, just cause we want to kill ourselves doesn't mean your not compassionate right? As for me, someday I may get the balls to kill my son, wife, mother , father , brother, niece, aunts and uncles, but until then, I guess I'm a loser missing out like the rest of you.
07 Jul 2006 a heart broken girl The best way to kill yourself when you are 13 is-NONE!! There is only 1 right way to die, and thats of old age!!! If your 13, you should be thinking about what your going to wear 2moro. I lost my sister because of THIS website!! You need to talk to someone about. Dont throw away your life.
07 Jul 2006 I'm me and thats all I'll ever be Thank you mouchette.
07 Jul 2006 I'm me and thats all I'll ever be Less than 1% of all people who try to overdose by painkillers or sleeping pills will actually die. Most will vomit, some will not. All experience a massive amount of pain or discomfort.

People who die from painkiller overdose die from liver death. This means their liver stops functioning. It takes days or weeks, sometimes even months. It is a truly horrible way to die.

Overdose is not the way, unless you have a lot of medical knowledge. Jumping from a bridge or building, 12 stories or more, will always be the quickest and easiest way.

Even if you don't know it, there is a god, and he feels your pain. Don't give up. We only ever do our best in life, and that's all anyone can ask of you.
07 Jul 2006 leah let some1 rape you till you bleed..then go jump of a friend did she haunts me.
07 Jul 2006 steph i used to feel depressed. i was abused as a little girl. i used to cut my wrists and take small overdoses of tablets. my dad beat me up. i didnt have many friends. but i feel better now thanks to this website and people who posted here. if anyone feels suicidal or depressed or has any sort of problem, email me and ill try to help u as much as i can, even if you feel suicide is your only option. my email is i would love to help you. xx
07 Jul 2006 ugly girl FIRST CUT

Here I stand with a carpet knife in my hand, pressing it into my own skin. What happened in me that I’ve been lured to this? What took place in my mind and emotions to bring me to this place? If there was anyone who cared, I might be sitting with them talking about things instead of standing here alone in a dark and cold room. Too many words go in my ear that tell me I don’t matter. It’s come to the point that I don’t even value myself. I guess that’s true... After all, who would slice open their own flesh if they really value themselves.

In my mind, I’ve become very fascinated with this breaking of my own skin and watching it bleed. The pain that hides within me, deep in my gut and tucked far away in my mind bleeds out. It’s a secret pleasure that I lust after as it draws me to itself. Before the blood even dries, I want to cut myself again. What is it that makes me take pleasure in my own pain?

The blood dries and as I enter back into my reality, I feel guilt. What made me go over the edge that very first time that I cut? What was it that made me so desperate that I would cross the line of self-worth? I’d heard one too many degrading remark. I felt the failure just too much to cope. Who would listen to a poor sad girl? Who would even care?

Taking the knife to myself oddly feels like caring for myself in some strange, deranged way. I inflict the injury, while the pain is numbed by my courage. Is it courage, or is it rock hard inner pain. The flesh parts and releases my own blood, and now I can comfort myself. Alone in the world and left to myself. Left to my own morbid little habit. No one sees - no one tells.

I want to stay here. It feels safe here with my pain. Facing those who say they love me brings me tension and trial. I hear voices outside the room. Part of me wants to join them as if this never happened; yet, part of me is drawn to embrace the pain. Embracing pain is much easier than facing the unpredictable life with others.

What could I have done to resist this urge? It was so strong, luring me to itself. It was calling me and begging me to come take a piece of myself. Or was it that I was giving a piece of myself away? To who or what, I don’t know. It is done and now I live with the fear of a temptation that stalks me.

Sharp edges call to me.

Pain awaits me.

Voices haunt me.

My inner voice...

...the loudest


It's dark in the room and the screen shines bright. Nothing to tell. Nothing felt.

Face in my hands. Weariness on my shoulders. Another day fades.

My eyes tight closed still seeing the light. Hands on the keyboard ready to speak.

Pointless ramblings ready to flood from my mind. Holding them back for something more.

Other than shallow chat, what will be revealed through my text? Resolve and release.

Profound thought, You escape me. Tease me and tell me I'm a fool.

Anxious heart, You enslave me. Try me and tempt me to carelessly fail.

Empty mind, You abandon me. Leave me to myself, and show me that I'm frail.

Small talk and empty words, typed as the screen glares pink.

Feeling weary, shallow and alone. Anxious for one thought....

Seemingly left for another day.

I'm leaving empty now.


The cutter in me cries out, "come play".

Her voice is familiar. I hear it every day.

When I'm upset or lonely I hear the call,

but it's heard even with nothing sad at all.

Constantly the cutter in me calls out -

Wanting to engage me in a game.

Who makes the rules? and who sets the score?

Cutter in me lures my affection

as I watch the shards of glass lying on the floor.


Like a motel washcloth lying on the sink,

Taken for granted, used and left to itself.

You hold it under the running water,

Feel it saturate the water - fill itself up with life.

Then, thoughtlessly you take the rag

And twist the life right out of it.

Leave it now. It’s done it’s job.

Walk away.

Like the motel washcloth, used and twisted up.

I get all wound up around myself.

Lying in a twisted up ball with the life

Sucked right out of me.

Once in a while I get filled with life and purpose.

Used by someone to fill their own ego,

And then left twisted and alone.

Shadows of the stain they’ve supposedly erased

At my expense remain hidden in the folds.

Shades of gray hide themselves well -

still a constant reminder of the pain of life.


Addiction has it’s stereo-types. Drugs, alcohol, sex. The addictions that we don’t think about are the ones that are hidden.

A girl comes home late at night to find her parents still awake, sitting on the couch listening to old music. She speaks to them as she walks in the door. Thinking that the music is too loud, she speaks again. No response. She walks through the room, picking up a half empty bottle of beer on her way. No one notices nor cares.

No response is the trigger.

All she wanted was some sort of acknowledgment. Anything will do.

She thinks to herself, “tell me I look fine, tell me I’m a bitch, spit in my face ... anything!”

She felt the trigger - now will she respond.

She’s tired from a long night of dancing and hanging out with friends. Too tired to take the challenge.

She lays back on her pillow in the dark. Thinking. Dreaming with her eyes wide open.

Tears begin to make streams of black down her face.

She reaches under her pillow. It used to be she’d keep a letter from a friend under there.

The letter said nice words and made her feel good about herself.

Now the letter is gone.

She takes the knife and opens it - then opens her flesh.

The trigger was non-response, her response is self-injury.


Cutting provokes response. You pierce your skin and it responds by bleeding. It seems to console you, but it’s empty. You can’t replace personal relationships with an act against yourself. Yes, your skin responds, and you feel. You’re addicted to it, coming back for more. You act out your need in private. Secluded from the world. Alone. You give up and numb yourself to others. Non-responsive to them, you drive your friends away.


It's the blood you cut for... so you say. A release of pain. You open up your own flesh, watching .. waiting to see red, you begin to calm down... Adrenaline pumps through your entire body as the blade makes it's way into your flesh. Nerves are at their peak. Emotions out of control. Is it the blood you cut for? or something much deeper? You've held your pain inside for too long - keeping it bottled up and under control. The silence becomes unbearable and you explode with rage. It's a quiet rage directed to yourself. You take all the hurt and anger on yourself. You inflict it onto your own body, when it should be directed elsewhere. So is it really the blood you crave? Or is it love?.. acceptance... The blood speaks volumes as you watch it flow. It speaks out from you body back into your soul. It reaches out to you in your solitude and pain. The blood is no replacement for human love. It's no replacement for the void in your own heart. You need to be embraced by someone who cares. You need to be loved. You need to receive the love that is being offered to you. Trust someone and begin to feel love again.


2 am again

Darkness my constant companion.

Doesn't matter if it's 2 in the afternoon,

it's still dark in my heart.

Darkness isn't a time of day

or a place.

It's a way of being.

2:30 am

Here I am sitting with you

in front of the screen typing words

that make no difference

to anyone but me.

Thoughts and dreams

go on the page.

2:49 am

I'm drawn to you of late.

I used to fear you and wonder what

lurked within you.

Now you've become an obsession

because I empty out my heart freely.

Humanity sleeps as I type on -

always one word away from hope.

2:52 am

Darkness, my dear companion.

I lie awake in your presence waiting

for you to engulf me.

Is that so bad I ask?

Dwelling in the shadows,

Waking in the night,

Finding comfort in the solitude.

3 am again

Here I am, dear friend.

Spending time with you in the stillness.

It's dark in my heart but not so cold.

Coldness isn't a climate

or a place.

It's a season of the heart.

Self Portrait

Worn and weary - weathered by the storm.

What life has brought you through has made you strong.

Eyes are vivid - they've seen many changes.

Changes have taught these eyes a determined focus.

Forehead maps out the concerns of the past.

Rutted reminders of yesterdays pain and tomorrow's trials.

Lips that aren't too worse for wear, staying silent.

Keeping guard, remembering not to unleash themselves.

Scar on chin from earlier days; stitches trace a small path.

An unexpected trip down a flight of cement stairs.

Hair frames the face with the mussed look of a day gone by.

The day filled with it's share of struggles.

If the eyes are the window of the soul -

What do these eyes say today?

Look deep and long. See into the soul of a person

Waiting in the shadows.

Eyes longing for release and anticipating relent.

Eyes of the soul tell no lies.


It's not just about cutting -

It's about wanting to be loved,

It's about wishing to not be alone,

It's about feeling needed

And feeling wanted by someone -


It's not just about cutting -

It's about scars that go deep,

It's about scars that last a lifetime.

It's about pain that never heals.

Not about cutting -

Not about addiction.

Not about crying,

Not about self-harm.

It's all about emotion

That has never been soothed.

It's all about wanting

Someone to care.

It's all about knowing

You mean something to someone.

It's all about realizing

You may be worth something.

Cutting -

or burning -

or drug overdose.

It's all because of the

Condition of a heart

That's crying out loud.

A heart

Feeling pain deep inside.

A heart

Lost in a world of hate and abuse.

A heart

Longing for real love.

A heart



I know you hurt. You feel alone in the world without one friend... not one person beside you. No one has spoken the words you need to hear that will stop you cold in your tracks. No one has said what it takes to make you feel and give you hope.

If you could write the script, what would they say? What are the words you long to hear? How would the scene change?

Show me what it is that I need to do...what are the words that I need to say.

"Everything’s going to be okay". Those are the words that consoled you in your childhood years. You trusted them to be true then. But things got harder and people got crueler. The hurt got deeper and the pit got darker. Now "everything’s going to be okay" seems to good to be real. It echos in your mind, seeming like a fantasy, stabbing at your aching heart.

You’re holding on to your pain.

You hold on tight because it’s what you’ve grown comfortable with. The pain you say you want to end is what you lean on. You’ve swallowed all the ridicule and hate, internalizing the pain. You’ve kept the emptiness locked up until it’s become a part of you.

Now I see you at the end of your rope. You look quite desperate for an answer. The tears have been shed, and your heart has bled. You stand shaking and weak, quite fragile from it all. PLEASE LET GO. I ask you as a friend who's been there myself. I see you and it feels like I’m looking in the mirror at myself.

You have to trust someone. You have to believe me when I say you need to let go. You have such a tight grip on your pain that your knuckles are white. Please let go. Release it and find healing.

You’re afraid to let go. You feel secure having the pain tucked deep inside you, kept hidden and secure. Let it come spilling out. You need to trust someone to be there for you when you’re all undone, someone who will stand by you and be there even in the ugliness. You have to trust again.

It’s for no one but you. You have focused on your pain so much that you drove friends away. Your pain has consumed you. Holding on tight, your arms aren’t free to reach out to anyone else. Having such a grip on your own pain, your hands aren’t open to give and receive from another. Please let go. The fears you’ve felt are only lies. Try and trust just one person, even just a little bit. Take a tiny step for now.. Another tomorrow.

Don’t look back.


Standing in the crowd of hundreds,

Music blasting, lights blinding.

A band takes the stage with fists in the air.

Bands around their wrists and tattooed arms.

Sweat runs free as the mosh pit grows.

Frenzied freaks kick up the dust ,

As grinding guitars call out.

The band chugs water between songs,

Spits into the crowd, and shouts.

A girl steps into the bathroom to

Get away from it all.

Hurting from another bad relationship.

Closes herself off from the world,

She takes the blade to her skin again.

The band plays on and the mosh pit swirls.

The hour is late but the crowd keeps up.

A girl steps out of the bathroom with

Fresh bands around her wrists.

Blends into the crowd and raises her fists

To the band,

With bands around their wrists.


That voice inside your head. What do you think it is?! It's your Jimminy Cricket ... your conscience. Your soul. What you hear it say may be a seed from the enemy trying to tell you a lie. How do you tell a lie from the real true voice within you?? I want to say it's simple - how does the voice make you feel? Crappy? Good? Encouraged? Like committing suicide??

I know it's not that simple though. Darkness engulfs the best of us, with a cloud of doubt and delusion. We think the voice we hear is right... we know it comes from the light. But satan himself came as an "angel of light".. so how can we tell? We stand in the center of a pitch black room wanting to step out and take action on the word we hear in our head. It's telling us to move; we put one foot in front of the other. We test our footing, sure to fall.

We take another step, and the darkness grows a little less dark. Shades of gray appear. hmmm... the voice must be truth. We move on, and light begins to grow, encouraging us onward.

But what if it were not that way? What if we take those first two steps and nothing at all happens. Still pitch dark, still frightening and cold. Do we stop still and freeze? Do we retreat? Do we turn and run?

Life is full of advances and defeats. The key is that we never forfeit. To forfeit is to give in without a fight. No one gains anything by laying down and dying.


When the scales fall off my eyes

And reveal the crystal clarity of sight unseen.

Then it's the moment I fully realize

How unattached to the truth I've really been.

All along I thought I knew

What was real and what was true.

All the while I had a view

That I was whole - did I fool you?

Then the scales fell off my eyes

And I was forced to face myself laid bare.

That's the day I could've realized

There was hope - but instead I chose despair.


There's so many people around that have numbed themselves to the outside world. The pain is so deep, it's so pushed down... it's still there inside. They push it far down, and deny it's even there. If they convince themselves that they don't feel, then they won't hurt. If they don't feel, they don't experience happiness either. They throw out the joy with the sadness, all because they don't want to feel.

You watch as "friends" slight you and turn their backs. You walk away saying, "whatever", convincing yourself that it's no big deal. No feelings at all. You talk yourself into feeling nothing. You duck into the restroom and dig for a blade. You can't find a blade so you take out a lighter and burn your skin. You've just lied to yourself. You do want to feel. It really did hurt you that your friends turned their backs. Now you resort to a lighter to make you feel. An inanimate object that won't call you names. One that you control. You make it hurt as much ...or as little as you want.

You're dying to feel. Emotional pain is too hard, so you go for your wrists. Feel the pain in your loneliness. You've forgotten that your need to feel is a need to be loved. A blade or lighter can't affirm your value or give you love. You say your blade is your friend, but your blade can't talk back when you need encouragement. You need another human being to respond to you with love and kindness. You need to feel the gentleness of another person reaching out to help.

by reading some peoples storys some of you people were never ment to be!
Including me!!!
If you dont fit in or have anyone people why are you still alive??
i think we are better off dead!
I will end up killing my self soon cause no one cares!
When you are ugly noone gives a shit!
i never have liked this world anyway!
I had friends when i was younger all turned there back on me as i got older I stuck by people when they had a hard time now there all being mean to me!
I thought i had friends now i know i have not got them i am going to kill myself soon away from this planet theres no hope of me moving away.

bye nasty world

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