|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?
|09 Jan 2006||Real girl||Hiya mandy DONT OD ON ASPIRIN OR PARACETOMOL OR CODEIN OR ANY CRAPPY PAINKILLERS its not worth it its such a painful way to go ppl who have taken paracetomol od have bleed from every whole in their body and been in so much pain the docs cant do anything for u if you wait till after about 12 hrs when fatal damage is done theres no antidote for paracetomol i dnt think for aspirin either If you take too little youll probly just vomit b put on a drip you cud end up needing surgery on ur stomache an liver an shit like that
What a horrid painful way to die id rather shot myself in the head then die of aspirin od
|09 Jan 2006||Mandy||I dunno Sc.b, overdose seems like a pretty good idea at the moment, I just wish I knew more about the MLD for asprin and ibpro., I don't want to guess and take too little or somthing and just and up in a helluva lot of pain and not just fucking die...|
|08 Jan 2006||scors-b||Today, my stomach feels like it is bolted to the computer desk. I damaged my stomach lining last year. So please, don't overdose guys.|
|08 Jan 2006||Felicia The Great||It's amazing how people out there can be so cruel and talk to you like your some complete idiot and they don't even know you. Just remember this one phrase... Respect yourself.
And to the guy who is rich and thinks he can have all the gorgeous women in the world because he has MONEY... and he calls them whores. But never offers me that Tiffany ring as promised... Remember Gaucho Amigo...
"If you lick a rich woman and she is enjoying it, then many riches to you for she'll probably offer you a genuine rolex watch."
Good luck in searching, by then you probably will win the lotto. But there is 1 in a million chances that you will get lucky. Sorry to note, I am not one of those chosen few.
Life is too short, so don't waste your precious time on some gal like me.
|08 Jan 2006||Scors.b||Dear God,
How can you put us here, allowed us to suffer so badly?
How can you let children as young as 9 see pain like this?
I want to know, Lord, how you can make people suffer, and allow them to be so lonely.
I want to know.
Are you sad with how the world's turned out?
Does it make you cry when you see us like this? When you see us not caring for each other?
I can see you God, I can see you turning in your sleep.
I can see you, wishing you had never let us be.
But there is nothing I can do. I can only wish, like you.
Maybe my wish will become true, one day, when the clouds are far behind me.
And my troubles will melt like lemon drops Away above the chimney tops
And that's where you'll find me.
* * * For Millie, Spooky Penguin, and all Mouchette.org Readers. * * *
|08 Jan 2006||SMACK MY ARSE BABY||Everyone plz sort yourselves out: dose it hurt you physically to watch tv? buy some yummy food from the shop? listen to ur fav music, go clubbing, see a good film that makes u laugh so much ur stomache hurts, go to the park with your dog and play ball, have a cuppa tea and a nice cream cake, raed a good book that makes u forget about everything else, masturb8, have sex, have a long soak in a hot bath?, go out for a curry, have a drink at the pub, get in the fast lane and speed with the top down or windows open, hear your neibours arguing andhav a good old nose ;) go swimming time urself do laps or just float about in the shallow end haha, shop on ebay find bargains, enjoy those bargains when they arrive, smoke a spliff andget high/stoned, go on a rollercoaster and scream your lil lungs off in all their glorry, bake a cake, do your make-up (girls only i guess) go get your hair cut an coloured an feel gr8 as u walk out.....GOSH I DONT KNOW WHAT I SET OUT TO SAY NOW LOL KINDA LOST TRACK.....................ERMMMMMMMM............AHHH YES.....ITS COME BACK TO ME NOW
If you cant do any of those things becoze it hurts u physically or mentally or both or u just cant as u hav no energy then get meds. If you dont enjoy any of those things AFTER TREATMENT or any of your other daily bits an bobs ok id understand then why you felt like dying.....but kinda find it hard to believe you cant enjoy ANYTHING JUST 1 THING A TINY BIT....ISNT IT BETTER TO EXCPERIENCE ENJOYMENT HOWEVER BORING OR WEIRD OR UNSOCIABLE IT MAY SEEM TO OTHERS ITS BETTER TO FIND AND DO AS MANY THINGS THAT MAKES YOU GO AHHH OR *SMILE* THEN TO BE DEAD CORPSE AND NOTHING TO ENJOY....AND NO SORRY THERE IS NO HEAVEN ATHIESTS RULE!!!! YA BABY
Ok is me done be good an if you cant be good be carful xxx
|08 Jan 2006||NiCole||I am 20 now. When I was 6 my brother na dhis friends would come over and get drunk and high and do all sorts of other drugs and one of my brothers friends used to come back to my room after everyone passed out or didn't realize what was going on and he would molest me. When I was 7 my brother was taken away to foster care because of all the trouble he had gotten into and because of my parents lack of parenting. I was a loner and depressed and didn't care about anything growing up. At the age of 12 I was mixed in with the wrong crowd. I had some friends over in my bedroom. My cousin and my friend Rita left the room and the two guys that stayed behind locked the door behind them. I tried to run out the window but the older guy grabbed me and threw me on the bed. He started to feel me up and rip off my clothes. The other guy just stood there and watched. I was screaming and fighting and my cousin and friend were trying to break down the door to get back in. They finally picked the lock and came back in. When I was 15 I was dating a guy who was 17 and he raped me one night on a date. A few months later he went to jail for the rape of another girl. I became severely depressed and started cutting. I had already been anorexic for years. I left home a few months after the rape and tried to start a new life. he guy that molested me as a child is now in prison for raping a friend of mine and she had a baby by it. I have moved around from state to state living with people I meet. I managed to graduate high school at 19 after dropping out twice. I'm 20 now. My brother died 8 months ago from a motorcycle accident. I went to his funeral. 1 of the pallbearers was the guy who raped me at 15, I saw my parents who never cared if I existed, and all those memories just came flying back into my mind. I tried to move on and forget about it. I'm now even more depressed than before. I'm not thinking about suicide like I used to all the time before. I thought about i all the time before because I felt trapped and I felt like I was never going to get out and be free. I don't know how many times I attempted to cut my wrists and carved the word death in my arm. I have tons of scars from all the cutting. I don't want to die now, I just want amnesia.|
|08 Jan 2006||Mandy||My posts haven't shown up! God damn, I need to know how much asprin or ibpro. you'd need to take for it to be fatal, and that pain/times factors of such a death. (I weight a little more than 100 lbs and I am in ecent health, besides major sleep and food deprevation) Could someone please help me out...(Oh, and if you're reading this, I'll guess you know who you are, yes this is Mandy this time and not her bitching friend trying to get sympethetic people to talk her out of it...)|
|08 Jan 2006||GIRL ON THE BRINK||I am on the brink of collapsing in a heap on the floor and never getting up. All i have 2 look forward 2 these days is when ill next get some draw & go 2 the pub an drink myself stupid and get kicked out for flashing or crying or fighting!!! My ex best friend was admittied to a mental unit afew months back far away from me. But I went to see her i loved her like a little sister. But when I visited her in Ticehurst where she was being detained I saw her for only half an hour and she seemeed fine then I went outside 2 hav a fag. Ten minutes l8r when I went back in to see her again an just do normal stuff like chat an play games etc...I was told I cudnt see her as she had taken an OD they didnt say what but I think it was salt. Only thing she told me she could get 2 hurt herself in there. She didnt die luckily.
Anyway the staff members thought id given her drugs or something but I hadn't I couldent believe this was happening. L8r her mum phoned me and told me 2 stay away from her and even my ill friend Id been 2 see told her mum Id given her the so called *tablets* what a load of bull!!!! I was her bestfriend now i know she was very Ill and deluded an all but I cudnt believe what she was saying. Why woud she say that? Anyway havent seen her 4 ages dont even know where she is or if shes still alive. And I miss her so much its horrible. I cant keep relationships going for long as I am said by doctors to have a *personality disorder* which I wish theyd never told me as im now constantly thinking I stand out and look weird 2 others. I cant leave the house without having a drink as Im scared of what will happen anxious & self-concious. Doctors put me on anti-depressants 2 try an help but have been on them for like over a year now and they havent done fuck. Why cant i be happy? Why cant I live like other people do and forgodsakes stop whining like a hissy bitch. I dont want 2 die but i have no other plan 2 sort myself out as i think iv tried everything there is out there in the way of help.
BUT THEY'RE HELP DOSEN'T HELP ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
|08 Jan 2006||Melissa||I'm suprised as much to see ten/eleven year olds posting on here. I thought these things only occur during mid adolecents. Anyway, it's been on my mind lately. I haven't gont so far as to do anything, but the thoughts are there, like wanting to jump infront of a car, but stopping; holding your breathe till you go purple, but stop; drink so much, till you forget; and most recently taking out all pills but yet to have swallowed them.
Some people have reasons, traumatic sources, but I -- I have no reason hahaha. Philosophically we always search for the truth, the light in which we've binded ourselves from noticing. I saw it once, just a glimpse. And it blinded me. You know where that light exists?.. In our deaths. I see it in my dreams, and I came to figure out what it means. That after life, there is nothing. We grow up, live on, and die. We are only dying since we've been born. So what is the difference from now to when your old? Nothing, except all those so called great experiences you might encouter, not saying that you will, because for some it could just be helll all through the way. The reason I haven't yet to do anything about my discovery is because, for me, I see hope. Slowly it's beginning to fade and that notion is lingering.
My reasons I should say for this aren't really serious, typical teenage angst, but because I came early to acknowledge where my life will lead me makes me choose this pathway. Sure when I was 7 I was molested by my stepdad, hah I pretty much got to 3rd base and no ones knowssss. bwhahaha. My parents are split and married other people, and yes, that stepdad had a child with my mom, I now have a lil brother. My dad's effed in the brain, 3rd wife and their married but in different countries. I went through many stages of loner to being the most popular person in highschool, I've been the fat kid, I've also been the skinny kid, I can be known as once the jock, and the freakish brainaic, -- now I'm just the person who went through it all and nobody pays much mind to me anymore because they just given up. My parents have, my best friends have, and so has I guess, dare I say it, God. Though I don't believe in any sort of deity anymore.
So what's the best way to kill yourself?
-overdose on tylenol about (30 pills)
-cut your wrist on running water
-buy a gun and shoot yourself
-drink cyanide or moonshine tons of it
-drown in the tub
-light yourself on fire
-take sleeping pills
-run infront of a car
If you live close to vancouver mail me back, I'd like to see other peoples reason and if you've concluded the same as me.
|08 Jan 2006||pissed off and confused||do you people that go on this site ever think that maybe this 13 year old girl is dead... this site was issued years ago... her skeleton probly rots in hell right this moment... yet ur still tryna tell her to do it... im anorexic
im depressed im suicidal
and i wont go as far as actually dying... unless its slowly because... although im afraid to live... im also afraid to die... an and has anyone else noticed that these people feel this way for reasons... broke hearts... sad and hard childhoods... cant you just accept that they feel that way... they need to make their mistakes before thye can fix them... and they need to fix them alone so they can learn from them... and all u fukwit heartbreakers... try loving someone the way they love you for a change...
|08 Jan 2006||non-suicidal||well...i was just browsing the net when i came across this website...actually, thats a lie. i'm pretty pissed at my parents right now. some people say, "oh my god, my parents just don't understand me" but im willing to bet my bank account that they understand you more than you think. however, in my case, i KNOW that they don't understand me. they are just sooooo...gah..there is no word in the english vocabulary to describe them. my dad is getting better...but my mom...holy crap. she is so insensitive, untrusting and selfish. i realize that many people are being beaten by their parents as we speak, so why should i complain if im not being physically abused? well, im not sure. it just seems to me that i have to bottle up all of my emotions...until i end up bursting. which i know will happen soon. oh man, here i am complaining about my parents when there are MUCH bigger problems out there. the thing is, i have friends and siblings who actually LISTEN to me (unlike the parental units), and i have to say that those are the only people who are keeping me going right now. i'll admit, i have had suicidal thoughts at one point in my life (because of my parents, of course)...i mean really, who hasn't?? but what im trying to say is that its not worth it to give others the satisfaction of you killing yourself. if you're all saying that you have no friends, that everyone is turning on you, then why would you do what they EXPECT you to do? i've always hated doing what other people wanted or expected me to do...i would always do the opposite. my parents tell me to clean the table (not ask), and i would simply make it dirtier....even though im a neat freak and i absolutely think dirt is disgusting. wow, im so off topic. im not giving you pity, cause i realize you don't want it. all you want is to be heard, right? thats all i've ever wanted from my parents, for them to listen, trust or love me. but, i honestly don't think thats ever going to happen, so do you know what i do? i MAKE friends who i know will listen to me and help me when im feeling low. i know that its not like you can walk up to a stranger on the street and say, "be my friend" ...of course its not that easy! but keep looking, its worth it when you find at least one friend who you like listening to and who will listen to you no matter what. eek, i write a lot...and i haven't really answered the question. the truth of the matter is, that i have no idea:) im not going to suggest you find god or get over it... just talk about it like you are on this website, and someone will listen. i read a lot of these emails and although i can't exactly sympathize with you, i want to help.|
|08 Jan 2006||bronwyn||hey im only 16 and i dont know how old this site is and whether or not anyone reads it or not but id like to help. first off i was once in your positions, only once did i have the guts to actually attempt anything more severe than cutting, but my mother came home early just as i was slipping through the noose. I am atheist so you know that i do not believe, but something must have kept me here. I never got councelling but the tremendous amount of support i got afterwards from my parents helped me. It made me realise that there are people here for me, even if its very few, and i would certainly not want to hurt the only people still holding out for me. i was 12 years old when i did this and i am now 16. I am still young but in those 4 years i have realised it wasnt worth it. Ive pulled through and now things just couldnt get better. To get the rainbow, you have to put up with the rain. Im not going to go into my own details anymore, would just like to let you all know that there is more out there. Hold on. Youre more beautiful than you all think. If you would like to chat about anything, post your email up here and i will add you to msn or drop you an email. Dont be scared to come forward. :) smile|
|08 Jan 2006||aimz||possibly overdose.. i think its the only way not to feel the pain.. but then i wonder if u want to end your life u might aswell have some pain.. i know someone that jumped in front of a train at the age 16 i was only 13 then and didnt even understand y he would do that till now that im 17 n thinkin the exactly same thing... i wish i could jus dream of comminting suicide then wake up from it.. i jus wanna see ppls reactions, who cares, who doesnt.. then maybe it might make me look at life better.. all my teenage years ive been shitted on by every friend ive had, every boyfrind 2 i can never find the right person.. and it has had a huge inpact on my life.. im so depressed|
|08 Jan 2006||Anthony||the easyest way is 2 go 2 the dollar store n buy a black cap gun, then go into a cop shop n point it at a cop, say good by n start shooting it, the cops will turn you into swizz cheese! this is a great way 2 kill ones self because you can't go to hell 4 doing it, because the cops killed you!!!!!|
|08 Jan 2006||Deb||drink 16 oz. of amonia with all the pills you can find, while lying down close your eyes n never wake up, but if I had a Shot Gun n one bullet I would put it too my temple and PULL the TRIGGER!!!|
|08 Jan 2006||dana||u freakin idiot. y would u create nething like this? wut the hells rong with u? y r u creating sites like this? if u want suicide so bad, y dont U just commit it? just stop putting things up like this, cuz this is horrible.|
|08 Jan 2006||Death||Suicide is a permanent solution to a permanent problem|
|08 Jan 2006||Lori-Lynn||Im 16. I've spent weeks in mental institutions. I'm Bi-Polar depressed and suffer from post-tramatic stress syndrome. I've tried to kill myself twice. I'm going to again soon and hope I am successful. I'll start from the beginning which i guess starts at age 5. I was put in a situation of sexual abuse with me cousin of the same age and uncle and aunt. Were not sure what happened but since 5th grade i have had tramatic flashbacks. I was never told about this event so it scared me a lot. My parents divorced 11 years ago. I see my father once a month maybe. I had to raise my younger sister and neice i cooked and cleaned. I have two older half sisters and two older step sister 1 younger full sister and 1 younger step brother. So i never was noticed much due to the fact that my oldest half sister got pregnant at 17 and my second oler half sister slept arond a lot and is a major slacker after being kicked out of college.I have always been over weight. Im 8th grade i started cutting. In the 9th grade i got my second boyfriend he was obsessed with my body and that made me feel good until he broke up with me cause i wouldnt put out from that time on i got the nickname whorey lori cause i didnt care what happened to my body until i met this guy in the nurses office 1 week before valentines day. He made me feel good about myself we dated for 5 months and this upset my ex. one day he went to the laundry mat where i was doing laundry. he grabbed my ass so i turned around to smak him and all atr once he grabbed my wrist and slapped me. i tryed to break his grip he hit me again and said to not try to ever hit him again. from then on he stalked me and sexually harrased me i didnt do anything because he scared me so much. I started smoking and cutting i smoked at first 2 cigaretts a week but then more and more i started taking 6 ibuprofen pills a day for 3 months right after my boyfriend gave me my first kiss and broke up with me due to the fact he was getting married. 1 month before the start of my 10th grade year i met this 24 year old guy and we dated for 3 months and he asked me to marry him i said yes. he then diaapeaered. i started taking 25 pills a day and quit smoking. The cutting got serious and i was sent by the school to get a psych eval at the hospital. i was ent to a counselor and after 2 meetings iwas checked into Silver Hills Hospital for 2 weeks i spent 1 month in a PHP(partial hospitalization program) i was dicharged lastfriday i have since then been told by my grandmother to stop faking and get over myself. i realized i was now a burden on my faimly and have since been stealing advilfrom my mom and hid the siccirs i use to cut in my room. i will die and i will be happier because of it.|
|08 Jan 2006||Matt Anon||Dammit, I was looking here for an easy way to die. I actually just turned 32 today and i am so fucking sick of life. I am still a fucking virgin. My social anxiety is so severe I can't get past it. I was hoping to find a way that would be easy for a 13 year old - would REALLY be easy for me. :(|