|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?
|24 May 2006||Ryan||well i guess i shouldnt be doing this, because im sixteen but,i have tried killing myself in many different ways, and i was just looking for a new way to kill myself today, and well this site came up, i really dont know how to explain after reading all of those other messages how it made me feel. But let me tell you this if your really that pissed off and really think you need to kill yourself try what i did it put me right in rehab, cause i didnt take enough, take about 7-8 oxycodones, and all of your dreams will come true, see when i took them i only took 5, and that wasnt enough, but you know people make mistakes, believe me i'll do it right next time, im going for 10 just to be sure.|
|24 May 2006||some hippy||you're in pain here on earth. you feel empty, you feel nothing. you see death as release, where you won't feel this emptiness. Maybe you think death will bring you emptiness, that u can stop existing all together. you're more than your body. we're all covered by layers and layers of fear, of guilt, of anger, of grief, of insecurity. beneath it all we are all the same. beneath it all we are all so much more than ok. the world can feel dark, oppressive. we're sensitive, we feel it, we want to change it but we don't know how. drugs give us a synthetic experience of freedom. cutting gives us a taste of being real. death will take away this world but it won't change the pain. you'll have to face it still, you don't stop, you never stop. we never can stop until each and everyone of us has stopped hurting, has ceased to fear, exists only in joy and love. sounds impossible. to just change myself seems impossible. but i believe it. i believe it. i'm going to choose it and i'm choosing it for all of you as well. we will change, we are changing, and we have choice. go into it, go through it. see the voices, the shadows, there inside almost all of us. scream, kick, throw yourself around until you are curled up in a little ball shuddering on the ground. stay there, feel your breath calm, feel your body sink into the ground, feel your emotions dissipate. everything you think you are fades. at first you feel nothing. if the voices start to come back, you observe them. but you don't become them. everything that's happened, or hasn't happened, all the reasons you give to your pain, you watch them. but you are not them anymore. you don't have to be them anymore. you close your eyes, you feel an energy running up from your feet, through your body, into your head. you're filled with warmth, with light, with love. it's not any God, unless you want it to be...it's just what we are, in essence. all of us. you uncurl, move your body how you wish, slowly stretch and stand up. you open your eyes. your feet are grounded, your body is relaxed, your mind is clear. you are you but not the old you. you walk into the next moment, then the next. just one after the other, you don't have to plan or fear because nothing exists except right now. nothing else can. when the voices come back, when the pain flows in, when you remember, when you regret, when you plan, manipulate, fear...you see it, you accept it, but you don't become it. you do what you have to do. you draw, you write, you scream, you dance, you cry. but you always come through it. you always come out. and you remember WE ARE ALL DOING THE SAME THING. EACH AND EVERY ONE OF US. Slowly we will mend. Immediately we can become our true selves, with one choice, your decision. and slowly after that we can mend the tears, heal the scars. because we will be strong. we will be powerful. we will not fear. we will love ourselves and we will love one each other unconditionally. I'm going to make that choice. I have to- love and blessings.|
|24 May 2006||J.M.L||hey guys im 12 in grade 7 i fell really alone mi dad beats me up and drinks alot he yells also. mi mom is nuthin but a whore to him mi older sister is JUST like mi mom, i have a few good friends and a bf i really like. i h8 mi life tho i dont think n e 1 REALLY cares for me...i want to commit suicide but ive seen now alot of people have to worse but still should 1? thx luv ya..J.M.L|
|24 May 2006||Paul||Dont Know Where To Start ,,Well Mom died when i was 2 father always busy ,,got beaten a lot while young ,by my stepmother,never fell loved but i have a kind sould which people took me for granted ,,boredom and alone became my bestfreind ..have been expelled forom 10 schools cause i turned juvenile in my teens..went to jail ..at age 22 got married wife was young 5 years it did not work out ,had a baby son born only 7 days then he died ...depression and all that came to focus ..slitting wrists became my best friend till today i still feel the same as a 6 year old like i used to be lonely,empty and this world doesnt interet me anmore cause feelings of helping ,loving have all been long gone in my ...dont know even if im human anymore ...still i can go on but nvm|
|24 May 2006||anna||hello...
look ppl.. i tried suicide twice b4. im 14 and was sexually abused. i still have 2 live wit me abuser. so life is kinda shit. but i will help any1 hu needs it. i wnt judge u or anyfink. just add me email
|24 May 2006||Ariel||I'm 15. Since I was 10 I have wanted to kill myself. Just I've never had the guts to. sometimes I love my life, sometimes I hate it with a passion. The ridiculous thing is that everything I love is the same as everything I hate most the time. I started cutting myself a year or two later...I felt numb and I wanted to know if I could feel anything any more. And guess what. It didn't hurt. I hate myself. The worst thing is how good I can feel one moment, and the next I just want to die. Literally.
On a brighter note, I'm not suicidal at the moment...Just depressed.
|24 May 2006||Kazza1||WEll i wrote on here a couple of months ago n Recently i av lost sum 1 close to me Afta dat append i tried to slit my wrist but i could not do it, i got so scared dat i just started to cry.....so please dont kill yourself if you want any advice my msn addy is firstname.lastname@example.org plz dun kill ur self but if u want 2 its ur life ur destroyin no1 elses|
|23 May 2006||leeann||all u fucken people think u have it bad but u just want to be noticed most of u dont even know what it like to be hurt u dont know what its like to be assulted by a man u trusted more than any thing or to be shoved arouned by a man u thought u were safe with not to mention whatching him beat ur mother ive been through so much pain ive moved out because i couldnt handdle it i lived house to house i babysat while i was takeing care of my cousins because they lived with us and i wont let them stay in that house alone so they could get beat to i payed for food and clothes and i learned how to live on myb own but i didnt have a real child hood im only 14 and i want to cral in a hole and die ive cut druged and burned myself i dont know how to cry or be happy anymore my friends dont understand i think my moms going insain and i have no family so i hold all the anger and all the pain in u dont know what its like to have people tell u that u have it good and then what so bad to tell them u dont tell them evrything but u cant i was caught by cps and we had to move to my grandads house a man how used to assult my mother so every night i was there i sat up terifide at night wondering what would happen to me i wonder evryday why me is it all my falt everything and everyday i wonder and hope i wont have to go back to my life my hamily who dosnt understand me who teases me all i want i s a friend who will understand|
|23 May 2006||kirsten||i wrote in here a few days a go and nothing is better...everything is bad....i hte life and all that stuff.....yea everyone has there reasons to hate it and ive read about sum of them....but i try and compare and it seemms sum are simialr to me but not as bad.....iv ethought of suicide since i was at least 10....im almost 15 now....ive tried for years and years.....and i jus think that i cant do it...im a sucker for pain....but i cut .....for yrs ive jus cried and cried but now thats not good enuf.....cring wont get me anywhere....u kno how ppl want attention.......sum ppl do good things to get godd attention...well i get into trubble to get my attention...its the only way they will give it to me...and i hate my past cuz i screwed things up.....i hate the fact that my mom costed me my first bf and he was the best bf ever....i swear he coulda bin peerfect for me.....and wat the prob was is that she didnt kno it was her fault......she dint kno we were dating...im not even sposed to date yet....sez her....i hate my pst cuz its full of abuse and mistakes.....i regret everything i did from age 5 and up....i take that back 4 and up.......thats when the abuse started.....and its continued.....i think it was 2 weeks ago my mom hit me.....but theres bin other abuse be sides being beat.....yes that kind....where stupid ppl take advantage of u when ur 4 fuckin yrs old...how sick can ppl be...i mean come on i was fucking 4.....i havent had a child hood...i went rit from bein a 6 yr old to bein an adult there was no child, no teenager....i take care of my moms kids.....as if i was their mom......y do i have to i dint give birth to them......so y.....WHY...wat a question...i ask that almost every nite.....
i dont like lettin pthers c me cry......i have a tough reputation so it cashes with the me that is inside.....
the only way id go thru with suicide is if i had a gun...so if any1 wants to point me in the right direction of that then thank you so mcuh
|23 May 2006||Mia||YOU ARE A SICK SLIMEY LOWLIFE F**K. How dare you suggest sh*t like this? You know what loser? why dont you go to google imgaes and search "Uganda" or "sudan" or "South bronx" Then talk to me about how bad your life is, mother fu*ker.|
|23 May 2006||phil||i am 12 years old and i have tried many ways to kill myself. i have jumped off of my house, slit my wrists, am anorexic, belimic, i have lit myself on fire, shot myself, smoked drugs, taken pills like benydrl over 90 super strength and got my stomic pumped. i have secsessfully hund myself. like other kids on this website i have died and came back. hell is not exactly the best place i have ever been. i havent stopped doing all of these but i have slowed down. i havent cut in 1 days but 10 days ago i went to the hospital and died but cam back. i have died and came back atlest 7 times. i drilled a hole in my knee because a girl said no when i rejected her. i use a mashedi to cut myself and sometimes over react. one of the times i died i went to heaven and saw my friends mom and my grandparents. just because i havent stoped doesnt mean that u should do it eather
people stop felling like ur fat because i have been thru the same thing
i started anerexia when i was only 98 pounds and though i was fat
stop doing this stuff to urself i slowed down because people said they loved me. i dont really think thats true
|23 May 2006||YOU ARE SPECIAL||no one should commit suicide and we should all learn that people are special for who they are, value your own life beacuse youve bin gifted with itand remember
you have so much to live for you just can see it right now
think positive and things will be positive bye byexxxx
|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.|