|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?
|08 Oct 2005||melissa||a gun to the heart or temple.|
|08 Oct 2005||Drink 50 bottles of mouthwash. One after the other. Trust me.|
|08 Oct 2005||katz!||Im exactly 13! today i plan to cut of my left hand. Its no good anyway. Then with my right hand i am goin to take a overdose of pills and take a very large drink of alchohol probilys 2 litres of cider i wont fell any pain i will b pissed. Then step infront a of a bus thn while in hospital raid a the pills and pain killer s and jump of the roof!|
|08 Oct 2005||katz||Get all the older boys and girls to take you in a feild. Get the faatest one to sit on you.So you pass out. Then get them to preform sexual stuff on.(rape.) Get them to know hang you and then take you do and eat you when u eat small limms when you arent, all that dead. Then get them to preform medievil tourcher techniques on you!|
|08 Oct 2005||J. Piz||Hey. I'm not gonna tell you my name, but I will tell you a bit about me. I am a girl (J. Piz is just kinda a nick name, so if anyone i know happens to read this then maybe someone can help, other nicknames just in case ur not familiar with this one, jacks, jax, jayjay,jackie.)I just recently turned 13. For about a year, I've been feeling extremely depressed, and the weird thing is, sometimes I don't even know why. I guess you can say I'm a bit of a cutter, but it's not too intense. I've got two older twin sisters, who are practicly perfect, and I feel like my parents always want me to be exactly like them, if not better. I don't get why they can't just except me for who I am. I know because of all their expectations and a bit of my own will, I am probably going to either smoke, or be a drug addict or an alchoholic when I grow up... that is if I even do grow up. It is unbelievable how many times I've thought about killing myself, and all the different ways, although I've never actually tried to. But recently, my depression and lack of explaination had gotten so out of hand, that I'm thinking about committing suicide more and more often. I've practically gotten to the point in which I will actually try to kill myself. I agree with the question many of you asked... what will people think when I'm dead, how much will they miss me, will they miss me at all? What would my friends think. If I'm dead I guess I'd be able to see who my true frinds actually are, well i mean were. I wish I could be able to see what it would be like if I died, without actually being dead. (Doesn't almost everybody?) I go to a shrink because of my depresstion and cutting, but I'd never tell her that I might kill myself. Speaking about cutting, here's a story.
Once my parents, my two sisters and I were in the car coming back home ( i forgot where from.) When the topic of cutting came up. At that time , nobody knew I was a cutter. Anyway, my sisters had said that people who cut only do it for the attention. BS! What do they know about cutting anyway? I mean, for example, if a person cuts, and doesn't show anyone, then who the hell are they cutting for attention? I would like to show my sisters that for once, they're wrong! I'd like to die, and when I'm dead, I want them to see my arms and all the scars. Sad or not, regaurdless, they'd think,"Oh so she wanted attention." or something along that line. but then they'd read a note that I wrote before my death the read, You might think I cut for attention. One reason you can be sure that I didn't is bacause no one knew about me cutting, so there was no one to give me the attention you think i wanted. You might think I killed myself because I wanted attention, but here's something for you to think about... How the hell would I be able to get attention if I'm DEAD??? Yeah, that's what I thought.
Anyway, back to the real world, away from my fantasy... I want to die, but yet I don't. I think one of the reasons I don't want to die is because I want to be able to experience everything I'm able to do when I'm older. if someone can answer this question that would be great... is it really worth it to be 21 years old? i mean if i'm waiting to kill myself, as hard as it is, and i have to still suffer all the depression, just to make it to the age of 21 where i can have all the rights and privalages, then i want to make sure all those rights and privaligages are actually worth the taurment and pain I'd have to go through just to make it to 21. Please help me out on this question. There are so many problems in my life that i want to figure out that i'd go on for hours, but i won't. Like many people here, there are many songs that discribe my life and the way i feel. I don't want to list them, but i will put up the lyrics to one of my fav. songs and one of the best songs in the world, called Hide and Seek.
where are we
what the hell is going on
the dust has only just begun to fall
crop circles in the carpet
spin me round again and rub my eyes
this can't be happening
when busy streets amess with people would stop to hold their heads heavy
hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
all those years
they were here first
oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before
the takeover the sweeping insensitivity
of this still life
hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
you won't catch me around here
blood and tears
they were here first
hmm, what'd you say
that you only meant well
well, of course you did
hmm what'd you say
that its all for the best
of course it is
hmm what'd you say
that its just what we need
you decided this
hmm what'd you say
what did she say?
ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
newspaper word cut-outs
speak no feeling no i don't believe you
you don't care a bit you don't care a bit
hide and seek.
My mottos are:
1.eat well, stay fit, be healthy, die anyways.
2. Live life to the fullest.
(as in get drunk be on drugs, do whatever floats your boat, even if you wanna be a serial killer, cause you only have one chance to do whatever you want to do. So get it all done before you die.)
I guess i go by these mottos. I mean, it's pretty true, you can be in the tip top shape, healthiest, richest person on earth, but your gonna die any ways. You can be the most boring person and think you're haveing a good life, or the most outgoing, outrageous, most fun person and KNOW you're haveing a good life. Why try to get far in life if you know your just gonna die in the end and lose it all. Your gonna find out you worked your ass off for absolutely nothing. (it's all your choice how u live your life)
I want to kill myself. I'm SO depressed i just can't take it anymore! I know i'm gonna kill myself, but i wish someone could see this and stop me. But it's gotten to the point that nothing can stop me now. I've made up my mind. I think I'll wait a week or so to see how things go. I have a week to try to see if things get better. and if not then i guess this is probably good bye.
( I hope someone is listening and getting this message before it's too late.)
|07 Oct 2005||stupid||overdose obvisouly|
|07 Oct 2005||YOOO HOMES||hmmm... well, i don't know what to write.. in fact, i never know what the fuck to write...
man, I cannot wait for five days time... heheheheh.... i'm not going to kill myself or anything, i'm going to get trashed. oh yeah. I love to get trashed, although not that much. most people would take worse drugs than me, it's just I savour the experience more.
ANYWAY, my point is that if you are going to kill yourself when don't you wasted. try some herion. I've never done it and I dont' plan on trying it but I hear that it's pretty damn awesome and the way I figure it is that you have nothing to lose.
YO HOMES DAMN G NIGS HOMES BADASS G HOMES YOOOOOOO
|07 Oct 2005||Marybeth||piss off Hanibal Lector|
|07 Oct 2005||kirsten||drink ur fave perfume|
|06 Oct 2005||Crystal||take your fathers medication and sleep|
|06 Oct 2005||MARY||There was many times in my life i felt like giving up ending it all. Even thou they do'nt no it.It was my children who keep me from going even when there was days i think they'd be better off with out me.But i no how crewl this world could be .I have lost a few good friend,s.because they to felt they could'nt go on.Iall way's wish i could off said some thing to keep them here.With me i did'nt no to it was to late.So i live with the guilt of not knowing.Every days a challage everybody has good days bad days some days i dont want to be here at all.MUSIC is my joy make me a instrument to your peace.Where there is hatred let me show love.Where there is injury;pardonWhere there is doubt,faith Where there is despair,hope Where there is darkness,light;And where there is sadness,joy;Grant that i may not so much seek.to be consoled,as to console;To be understood,as to understand;So in the end you got a friend .Just remeber we where put on this planet to love as to be loved.This is only my opionion I Feel that it selfish I no how it feels to lose someone you love it very hurtful the feeling does,nt go away what if so don,t come off with that stupid shit.YOU GOT A FRIEND|
|06 Oct 2005||Siobhan||smoke cigarettes...
How I miss those....
|06 Oct 2005||Lucy Cortina||Mouchette has just emotionally ejaculated into my boobies...
I could actually feel his brains filter all of their knowledge and beautiful emotions into my breasts. Perhaps they would become as artistic as Mouchette. I let out a scream of turkish delight, and peered down at my boobs - I could see Mouchette's face pressed in-between them. It had taken so much energy out of him that he'd fallen asleep with a smile on his face. I lay there for a while, enjoying the wonderful feelings he had pumped into my boobs. It was like they'd been given a whole new life. I was in heaven. But I was still on top of a collapsed table, full of chicken breasts coated in garlic butter.
A thought suddenly hit me.
"I'm gonna STINK of garlic! It'll ruin that new pink top I bought at Bonne Marche!".
I threw Mouchette off me, who rolled off the table with a thud and continued dozing. I ran around the mansion, arms flailing, covered in garlic butter, looking for a bathroom. I slipped on a patch of marble flooring, and landed on my back. Evereything went tits up.
A door opened next to me, and a man came out!
"Can I help you madame?" he said, peering down.
"Er..yes, oui. I'm looking for the bathroom, how you say..le...batheroome?"
"Zis way madame" he said, offering me a hand. I glared at him.
I tried to get up by myself but only succeeded in slipping around on the floor like a fish with boobs. It was no use. I reluctantly took his hand, and he hoisted me up.
I had nothing to cover my boobs with but decided I didn't care - the're probably so big they can probably be seen from the Moon by now anyway.
I followed him to the bathroom and said "Merci boucoup", then locked the door. I slumped onto the floor, thinking the nightmare was over.
But nothing in my world is ever that simple...
I noticed that the floor seemed a bit sticky, so I looked down...and let out a scream. There was blood all over the floor!
|06 Oct 2005||pshykotik||hook a battery charger too your braces and turn it on|
|06 Oct 2005||doodles||swallow your eraser|
|05 Oct 2005||Monique||I'm 13 And Already Ive done Drugs Drank have sex I fucking hate my self I'm like The Popluar out going girl that all the guys love but its just I only love one person who doesnt know and I wish I could Die I'm a model and shit but I still Wish I would fuckign die I Feel Usefull I slit my wrists ever dayy about 5 times I'm not scared too die I love the Pain I gett use to it and when the Drips of Blood Runn down my Armm it makes me feel Wonderfull I guess it makes me feel good cause I'm one step away from dying when I was 12 I Got hit by a Car and Was in a Hosbital for a week I almost Died but I guess I was Meant to go on (no one knows how I feel and I know I will Die someday I will Fucking Jump off A Bridge I got a bigg pluse I live right by one )
|05 Oct 2005||regressionanalysis||Realize that the point is that there is no point. We are all alone. There is no exogenous force controlling anything. There are two things that hold true, mathematics and suffering. Ending your life is simply a decision, or a decesion problem. Somewhere in academia or government someone is filling in a spreadsheet with a 1 or a 0 based on your problem.|
|05 Oct 2005||no one important||Under 13? Gun to the temple (if you are able to get ahold of one and use it). Quick, effective, and yes, quite messy, but it's also the best way to asure you'll end up dead and not a vegetable. Besides, who cares about the mess you leave behind?
I wanted to so badly, let me tell you. Trust me on this; if you find the courage, do it while you are young. Do not wait until you are 27, have 3 young children, and are married, like me. The urge remains, but I can no longer do anything about it because me life does not belong to me now.
I'm here to tell you the truth, ladies and gents. I'm not sugarcoating things because I find that to be utter bullshit when it's done to me. I don't want to play the "lalala life is happy for everyone because it is for me!!" game, and I would imagine that those like me wouldn't enjoy it either.
Die while you are young. Don't wait until you are older, and you have nothing but regrets to soothe your pain. Life never gets better. This is an important lesson, so listen up.
No matter how often "happy" things come into your life, something dark and nasty will be there to take them away again. Trust me on this. Happiness belongs to those who can afford it.
I almost died being born into the world, and I wonder why I lived. I was unwanted. To my entire family, I have always been invisible. No matter how hard I have tried to do something that would gain their love, they just don't see me. Perhaps I was born dead, in a way.
No friends for me. Ever. Friends turn on me quicker than one can mutter, "Bwuh?" Teasing, laughter, taunting, and pain were all that welcomed me in school.
I have found that only pain welcomes me, now.
I tried, you see. When I was 16, I planned. I would take my father's 9 millimeter to school and blow myself away in front of those who hated me just so they could see me and my torment, a la Pearl Jam's "Jeremy" video.
Unfortunately, the school found out and sent me away for "help". Which I'm sure most know is a joke.
Life became worse, and it has never gotten better.
No one loves me, and that isn't paranoia talking. No one. I'm fat, ugly, and miserable...why would they? I have been told this many, many times.
Love is only for the beautiful. Don't let those "beauty within is more important" idiots fool you.
Heh, pain is my only friend. Another argument with my loving husband not even a second ago while typing this. He pretends to love me and that he cares, but you see, he doesn't. He's busy with his new "girrlfriend" online. I'm not even good enough to be married to anymore.
No guns, hate blades, pills don't work. Trying to starve myself, but I'm so fat, that's a joke, too.
Learn from me, boys and girls. Love is only for the lovely. Happiness is only for the wealthy.
Please, God...whatever you are, kill me. Send someone to kill me, send me a heart attack, whatever. Death is my only release.
|05 Oct 2005||I am THERE!!||When you feel you need to commit suicide is when your guts hurts to put up with another day, when ur head says enough but u keep going, and when you feel completing helpless and nothing you can do will stop, I tried to loose myself i only felt alive in my dreams, they only way to die when u already feel dead inside is to LIVE!!!!!!!!|
|05 Oct 2005||cindy||blind fold yourself and skip across the moter way|