|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?
|23 May 2006||BE YOURSELF||short and sweet messages are the best so al im gonna say is this....
YOU ARE THE MOST SPECIAL PERSON ON THE WORLD AND DONT FORGET IT
the only reason other people are bringing you down is becuse their lives are so fucked up and crap they have to make someone else feel bad so they can feel better about themsleves
SUICIDE IS NEVER THE ANSWER and youll feel such relief that when your life gets better youll feel prod that you didnt make that terrible mistake you might have made
also reading through some of the stories on this site makes you see how good your life is YOU ARE ALWAYS BETTER OFF THAN SIOMEONE ELSE in this world so count your blessings and make the most of them
and also popularity means NOTHING
and lastly BE YOURSELF!! for countless years have tried to mould myself to everyone else because i didnt believe i was soecial enough...THATS COMPLETELY THE WRONG THING TO DO!!
be yourslf and people will love you for who YOU are
and most of all you wont end up like the empty shell i have become....
i should have noticed so long ago how special i really was....please dont make a stupid mistake like i did..BUT i am going to fix the wrong things in my life jus like you should...keep fighting for what you believe in and DONT give up the battle and commit suicide...
this site has really helped me see that i am not alone and that i realy do have so much to live for...thank you all, you have al helpoed me so much :')xxxxx
|23 May 2006||James||You people and this site are all fucked up.. What the hell is wrong with you? Oh BooHoo things are not perfect with me.....I should kill myself!! You are all week and pathetic. Bunch of fucking cry babies. You should stay off the drugs if you think the only way to make things better is to kill yourself.|
|23 May 2006||samoa||life is sad here.iam 22years and haveseen so much suffering.after mom died i hardly eat up to twice a day.life is really sad.I HAVE TRIED TO WORK BUT I CAN NOT FIND WORK BCECAUSE I DID NOT GO TO SCHOOL.I DO NOT HAVE CERTIFICATES.I REALLY WANT TO DIE.I LIVE ON ABOUT 1/2 A DOLLAR DAILY.I HAVE TO LEAVE THE SCENE(DIE).I CAN NOT BEAR IT AGAIN.PLEASE PRAY FOR THE REPOSE OF MY SOUL.STAY WELL AND SEE YOU MAYBE IN HELL OR IN PARADISE|
|22 May 2006||Hermann Hesse||...Siddhartha wandered into the forest, already far from the town, and knew only one thing--that he could not go back, that the life he had lived for many years was past, tasted and drained to a degree of nausea. The songbird was dead; its death, which he had dreamt about, was the bird in his own heart. He was deeply entangled in Samsara; he had drawn nausea and death to himself from all sides, like a sponge that absorbs water until it is full. He was full of ennui, full of misery, full of death; there was nothing left in the world that could attract him, that could give him pleasure and solace.
He wished passionately for oblivion, to be at rest, to be dead. If only a flash of lightning would strike him! If only a tiger would come and eat him! If only there were some wine, some poison, that would give him oblivion, that would make him forget, that would make him sleep and never awaken! Was there any kind of filth with which he had not besmirched himself, any sin and folly which he had not committed, any stain upon his soul for which he alone had not been responsible? Was it then still possible to live? Was it possible to take in breath again and again, to breathe out, to feel hunger, to eat again, to sleep again, to lie with women again? Was this cycle not exhausted and finished for him?
Siddhartha reached the long river in the wood, the same river across which a ferryman had once taken him when he was still a young man and had come from Gotama's town. He stopped at this river and stood hesitatingly on the bank. Fatigue and hunger had weakened him. Why should he go any further, where, and for what purpose? There was no more purpose; there was nothing more than a deep, painful longing to shake off this whole confused dream, to spit out this stale wine, to make an end of this bitter, painful life.
There was a tree on the river bank, a cocoanut tree. Siddhartha leaned against it, placed his arm around the trunk and looked into the green water which flowed beneath him. He looked down and was completely filled with a desire to let himself go and be submerged in the water. A chilly emptiness in the water reflected the terrible emptiness in his soul. Yes, he was at the end. There was nothing more for him but to efface himself, to destroy the unsuccessful structure of his life, to throw it away, mocked at by the gods. This was the deed which he longed to commit, to destroy the form he hated! Might the fishes devour him, this dog of a Siddhartha, this madman, this corrupted and rotting body, this sluggish and misused soul! Might the fishes and crocodiles devour him, might the demons tear him to little pieces!
With a distorted countenance he stared into the water. He saw his face reflected, and spat at it; he took his arm away from the tree trunk and turned a little, so that he could fall headlong and finally go under. He bent, with closed eyes--towards death.
Then from a remote part of his soul, from the past of his tired life, he heard a sound. It was one word, one syllable, which without thinking he spoke indistinctly, the ancient beginning and ending of all Brahmin prayers, the holy Om, which had the meaning of "the Perfect One" or "Perfection." At that moment, when the sound of Om reached Siddhartha's ears, his slumbering soul suddenly awakened and he recognized the folly of his action.
Siddhartha was deeply horrified. So that was what he had come to; he was so lost, so confused, so devoid of all reason, that he had sought death. This wish, this childish wish had grown strong with him: to find peace by destroying his body. All the torment of these recent times, all the disillusionment, all the despair, had not affected him so much as it did the moment the Om reached his consciousness and he recognized his wretchedness and his crime.
"Om," he pronounced inwardly, and he was conscious of Brahman, of the indestructibleness of life; he remembered all that he had forgotten, all that was divine...
|22 May 2006||Anastasia Beaverhousen||Tell your parents you're pregnant with the Priest's child and you plan to commit ritualistic sacrifice immediately upon birth while eating the placenta.|
|22 May 2006||Rachel||Hi, my name is Rachel, well I am 15 and I started to burn myself at the age of 14. It was basically a daily thing for me. Everything was going so wrong. Then just a few months ago I started to cut myself. I would cut so deep that I would bleed for so long. I have before tried to commit suicide twice, and many times before I thought of how everything would be so much better if I was just dead. Now I started to talk to a friend of mine and he helped me so much. Anythime I feel bad then all I have to do is talk to him. That is the best way for anyone to feel better is talk about it. I also now go see a counsilor to help me cope with my depression. So all you have to do is ask for help and then slowly but surly you can get better.|
|22 May 2006||simona||i have two sisters and both of them tryed to end their lives.i know from experience that this attempts causes only pain. i cannot explain in words what i felt when they were in the hospital. now i think that they won't do it again but i live with that fear that one night i will wake up and see one of them lying on the floor. this thing really affects ur life. i still have trouble with my sleep.|
|22 May 2006||Laura||Maybe im just blind to some of the things that go on in the world but i really don't understand why these kids wanna kill themselves. i mean, whatever is wrong in your life isn't there a way out? a way to fix a problem? why not look at your problems in a positive way and see your life as a challenge waiting to be addressed? are they suicidal because they don't understand life? do they think its a game? ive been through hell over the past few years with anorexia but im still here, why don't you guys understand that life is a gift? people looking for ways to kill themselves, to me, appear to be seeking attention, if you want ed to die THAT much then why don't you throw yourself in front of a car, jump off a bridge, slit your throat? or even better, tell someone and seek help for fucks sake, thats what people are here for so talk to someone! committing suicide isnt about you, its about the people you leave behind so if you do have people who you know love you then think of someone else other than yourself.|
|22 May 2006||THIERY HENRY||YOU GET A CONDOM AND PUT IT OVER YOUR HEAD AND SUFFERCATE YOURSELF IT IS REALLY RELAXING AND MAKES YOU HAPPY, I DID IT TO MY FRIEND AND IN ABOUT 1 HOUR IM GOING TO DO IT TO MY SELF AND COMMIT SUICIDE|
|21 May 2006||luke||here i am, im currently standing on my desk chair with a noose around my neck hanging from the roof. this will be my last letter... as i say goodbye to this fucked up and cruel world, on my final evening. But first, i will explain to those who wish to know the purpose. I was born a hermaphrodite and have been miserable my whole life, im 16 and have never ever been kissed. My mother and father broke up when i was born, and neither of them wanted me, they thought of me as a freak, i was sent to a foster home and was taken in by a couple unable to have children, however my stepfather was a sick pervert and touched and raped me, i was scared and didnt know what to do... up until this day he still does it, and if i even say one word he strikes me across the face. anyway, fuck all of yous, fuck max my stepfather, fuck my mother, fuck my father, fuck god, fuck you world and fuck everyone, im dead now and it will be on all those bastards who deserted me.|
|21 May 2006||horrible||You know what, i just came across a book dealing with suicide. it says that the odds you fail are EXTREMELY high. 4 out of 5 suicide attempt fail. It says that human beings are EXTREMELY difficult to kill.|
|21 May 2006||deathgurl||so........i think the best way to kill your seif is to get some gas and a match right and go some where that no body ever goes ok pore all the gas all over your body then lite the match after thatyour on fire !!!!!!!!!!! ha ha ha !!!!!! the good thing about this one is that when you do it its very un likly that you will live after it.......
have a good death !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
|21 May 2006||Katie||I can't say i know how all you people feel because i don't, but all i do know is your all young and you don't know what life holds for you. Each one of us has a purpose. Each one of us has a different life to others and maybe you think yours is worse than everyone elses, well let me tell you that it isn't. Everyone can see the bad things in their life so clearly but never recognise the good things. Just take a few minutes and look at the palm of your hand it is individual to everyone elses, your life is your own and you live it how you want it, end your life now and there are no second chances. Look to your future not your past and present. Life has highs and lows, don't give up on life keep fighting and be strong things will change for the better.|
|21 May 2006||Travis||I have so much pain. I used to have so much fun out of my life but now i want to die. whats the best way to kill yourself?|
|21 May 2006||Shelly||Life is for living... Love is for giving... Need i say more...|
|21 May 2006||Ivan K.||Death is the final known doorway. It leads to something, perhaps (?), ... or NOTHING at all. If the latter, then it's the end of all-experience, sensation, thought, ideas, creativity, dreams, love, etc. Instead you'll find only self-obliteration, a sterile vacuum, eternal nothingness.
Yes, the world can be a cruel, painful, ugly & unforgiving place to endure (& many a great artist, poet, musician, etc. has found inspiration from just that!). But it can also offer, however rarely, moments of profound beauty & move one to tears of joy.
Death eventually comes to us all, it's our common destiny. If you have the courage to hasten death by voluntarily walking through that final doorway (via suicide), then you CERTAINLY have the courage to live. Besides, it takes FAR MORE COURAGE to live than to die. (I should know). - I'm an adult who watched the Robert Bresson film Mouchette last night. I leave this message in the hope that you'll abandon your idea of designing suicide kits &, instead, employ your UNDOUBTED talents to creating something that will give other kids HOPE & help you to fulfill your ARTISTIC DESTINY. Your website is extremely well designed & I think will lead you to greater things! Believe me!
Bottom line: Death is easy. Living isn't. But ALL life is unique & should be cherished for as long as possible. Take care. -Ivan K.
|20 May 2006||Renee||Hi, you know certain thing r hard to understand and accept, one is that things change people, circunstances and more, sometimes when we are in difficult times everything looks so gray and hopeless but like everything it will pass...
So I know what u r thinking this guy came to preach and all that... but honesty many people will kill themselves, we've all heard or know about someone who died this way, and I'd really like 2 help if u let me do, I can talk to you or listen everything is ok as far as you want someone who help ya or a new friend..... this is my msn messenger id: firstname.lastname@example.org and the yahoo is the same but on yahoos address.... hey come on try to smile a lil :) life is too short to be thinking all the time in the bad part :o . see you. renee.
|20 May 2006||some one who knows wat its like||u don't! i have wanted to, then i talked to my cousin who i had always looked up to. i was doing alot of bad things, cutting, anorexic, pills. then i just started talking to her, and she told me how much she cared for me, and wanted to help. i thought she didn't like me. so, if u think your not loved, think again. some one out there loves u. if your adopted, your adoption parents wanted u. your only 13, so am i. u have years and years ahead of u. think of how much your family loves u, and how much u mean to them. its wat kept me strong. without my family, i would me buried in a box underground right now. i'm just saying, talking really does help. just, talk to a role model, its great to get it all of your chest, and be really close to the one u look up to. odds are, they went through the same thing. so PLEASE, just talk to some one. u can use a different name and say, " do u know who ----- ----- is?" then say they have the problem that u have. they'll give u their opinions, and it helps so much. the sky has never looked bluer, the grass never looked greener, the sun never felt warmer. and when the person u choose to talk to learns more about u, u learn more about them. so please, just try it, its better than any high u could possibly imagine|
|20 May 2006||sarah||im 15 years old. i havent exactly commited suicide, but i have tried. i took out a blade and i really wanted to slash my wrists, but i couldnt. truth is, im afraid of my veins, the icky blueness of them irks me out. so i put down the blade and just started weeping. im depressed. i know it. my home is being condemned for open space and i figure that if the government, aka the mob, can do this to a hardworking taxpaying family, than what hope do we have for the future. our ancestors left england because the current King was taking away the citizens' land. WHERE IS THAT HOPE NOW? what hope is there left when people that you are supposed to trust say that you have 10 days to pack up your belongings and evacuate your home? after thinking about this, i get even more angry and depressed and even now i still have these urges to end my life. its pointless. pointless.
i know im not really helping anyone, so im just going to stop. i dont want help since everytime i tell the one person thats closest to me how i feel about life, my life, (my sister) she jokes around, makes it a funny little joke, says that she'll resurrect me after i`m dead so that she can kill me again. yeah, ha ha ha. really funny.
but in the end, no one is really laughing.
|20 May 2006||Not Emo||shut the fuck up you emo bitch. get some friends and a life.|