|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 May 2005||Iris Geldo||One of my constant preoccupations is to understand how other people can exist, how there can be souls that aren't mine, consciousnesses that have nothing to do with my own, which, because it's a consciousness, seems to me like the only one.
i accept that the man standing before me, who speaks with words like mine and gesticulates as i do or could do, is in some sense my fellow creature. But so are the figures from the illustrations that fill my imagination, the characters i meet in novels, and the dramatic personae that move on stage through the actors who represent them.
No one, i suppose, genuinely admits the real existence of another person. We may concede that the other person is alive and that she thinks and feels as we do, but there will always be an unnamed element of difference, a materialized inequality. There are figures from the past and living images from books that are more real to us than the incarnate indifferences that talk to us over video-rental counters, or happen to glance at us in the nightclubs, or brush against us in the dead happenstance of the streets. Most people are no more for us than scenery, generally the invisible scenery of a street we know by heart.
i feel more kinship and intimacy with certain characters described in books and certain images i've seen in prints than i feel with many so-called real people, who are of that metaphysical insignificance known as flesh and blood. And "flesh and blood" in fact describes them rather well: they're like chunks of meat displayed in the window of a butchershop, dead things bleeding as if they were alive, shanks and cutlets of distorted Destiny.
i'm not ashamed of feeling this way, as i've discovered that's how everyone feels. What seems to lie behind people's mutual contempt and indifference, such that they can kill each other like assassins who don't really feel they're killing, or like soldiers who don't think about what they're doing, is that no one pays heed to the apparently abtruse fact that other people are also living souls.
On certain days, in certain moments, brought to me by i don't know what breeze and opened to me by the opening of i don't know what door, i suddenly feel that the corner grocer is a thinking entity, that his assistant, who at this moment is bent over a sack of potatoes next to the entrance, is truly a soul capable of suffering.
When i was told yesterday that the employee of the tobacco shop had committed suicide, it seemed like a lie. Poor man, he also existed! We had forgotten this, all of us, all who knew him in the same way as all those who never met him. Tomorrow we'll forget him even better. But he evidently had a soul, for he killed himself. Passion? Anxiety? No doubt....But for me, as for all humanity, there's only the memory of a dumb smile and a shabby sports coat hung unevenly from the shoulders. That's all that remains to me of this man who felt so much that he killed himself for feeling, since what else does one kill oneself for? Once, when i was buying cigarettes from him, it occurred to me that he would go bald early. As it turns out, he didn't have enough time to go bald. That's one of the memories i have of him. What other one can i have, if even this one is not of him but of one of my thoughts?
i suddenly see his corpse, the coffin where they placed him, the so alien grave where they must have lowered him, and it dawns on me that the cashier of the tobacco shop, with crooked coat and all, was in a certain way the whole of humanity.
It was only a flash. What's clear to me now, today, as the human being i am, is that he died. That's all.
No, others don't exist....It's for me that this heavy-winged sunset lingers, its colors hard and lazy. It's for me that the great river is shimmering below the sunset, even if i can't see it flow. It's for me that this square was built overlooking the river, whose waters are now rising. Was the cashier of the tobacco shop buried today in the common grave? Then the sun isn't setting for him today.
But because i think this, against my will, it has also stopped setting for me.
|08 May 2005||milèna||le suicide c'est pa 1 jeux ça fait souffrir et je vois pas comment on peut délirer là dessus|
|07 May 2005||monkey sue||IS YOUR BRAIN WORKING AGAINST YOU?
1 in 5 people with Bipolar Disorder commit suicide.
That's 20 percent.
If you are feeling suicidal, even if you feel there is a reasonable motivation for it, there is a good chance you are suffering from BIPOLAR DISORDER (also known as manic depression). Brain chemistry causes "cycles" of mood swings, from depressive/panicked, to manic/ecstatic to hypomanic (happy and hyperactive).
If you've got Bipolar, you swing emotionally from feeling wonderful, and lucid, to totally and thoroughly depressed. It is this 'swing' which makes bipolar so deadly-- because unlike people who are unipolar depressed, bipolars come and go out of their depression and find enough 'clarity' to actually kill themselves.
If you are feeling suicidal, please talk to a psychiatrist or even go to the hospital emergency room. I was suicidal before. I have bipolar. There is a whole generation of mood stabilizers invented in the 90's which don't interefere with everyday life, but do stop the torrential, emotional torment that people go through. These medications have seriously helped me stay collected and deal with my problems with a real clarity.
1 in 5!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !! !
Can you believe it?
If you're seriously feeling suicidal, go to the emergency room, or make an appointment with a psychiatrist! Please! xox
|07 May 2005||pippilina||use marshmallows to create a cranial impaction!~|
|07 May 2005||Mr. Valentine||Well ive tried to kill myself and i failed, i went car surfing at 60 mph and smashed my head and had brain surgery, im still alive and more depressed. Next i drank way to much and got alochol posioning and didnt die, and i was pissed. Then my girlfriend dumped me so i tried to gut myself with a knife and my friends stoped me so i cried like a pussy. Im planning on drinking toilet bowl cleaner after sniffing asbestos while putting lead paint under my skin. or ill just go all out and fucking sit in the garadge with the car running. or maybe ill just drench myself with gasoline and lite myself on fire and burn in pain who knows depends how drunk i get.|
|07 May 2005||kyra||i am so fuked up . im not tring 2 get atenshon but my lif is shit my mum is a contole freek n my dad n mum hav just split up n my mum wont let me c my bruva. i hav just got xpeled from skule n pepul fink im psyco coz i tried 2 kill sum1 n im not sorry , but i cant make myself b . i dont lov ny1 at all n my m8z just make it worse n sumtimes i wanna kill evry1 n i reely wont 2 luv sum1 but i cant . i h8 so much even im scared . i cut my arms n i fink im turnin in2 a vampire, not wiv teef or nyfin but drinking my own blood i bet u all fink vats sik . i h8 myself i hav tried 2 kiil myself 2wice but it didnt work n i lie all da time i fukin h8 life .
|07 May 2005||kayzee||Well if you are gay you can always go to Texas and go dress in drag. those cowboys will not gay bash you they will string you up in a tree.
hows that for another gay joke on mouchettes wonderfull site. woohoo!
|07 May 2005||Niles standish||Top of the morning to you dearies,
Niles Standish speaking.
The best way to kill your self is to put some poison in your tea at tea time.
Well i am off to see the wonderful wizard.
Its magical tea time dearie.
Well before i drink my tea i just wanna say i hate racists and biggots. EYE also hate anyone who spells thier name wrong tring to be all twenyfirst century. wow!!!
i am getting a wierd vibe. i smell witches. this site is a damn coven of witches. i am telling you. its not a damn conspirisay. and they are damn powerfull to. so little children if you are suicidal get off this site or the magickal powers will reel you in and distroy your punk ass.
ok one last thing before i go.
yes or no? do you think the evil american soldiers are abusing or molesting or starving sadam hussien?
tallyho dearie tallyho
|07 May 2005||lisa||i honestly dont see how some of this kids take this like a game. this is a serous thing and you should seek help and if you need someone to talk to you can talk to me. my email is firstname.lastname@example.org you need to seek help instead of wasting your time on a site that promotes suicide depression is a hard thing to overcome i know that myself.just get help professional|
|07 May 2005||Aras and Nonair||The best way to kill yourself is by smoking way too much weed and drinking 100 gallons of beere!!!|
|07 May 2005||lisa||i know how it feels to be depress over the years i have been depressed and still am. many times tried to committ suicide but i never did succeed and my parents never found out about it i would always cut my arms with a razer. You know what everybody goes through shit some through worse thinking you dont have a reason to live but thats the stupidest thing to think. Life is beautiful and you LIVE to to make your own life if you dont like whats going on in your life SWEETIE DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!!! trust me i learn the hard way and its not easy. you need to help yourself instead of feeling sorry for yourself or wanting others to feel sorry for you... im going to be twenty i have been depressed since i was 13 and right now im great i dont cut myself like i used to when i was thirteen till i was fifteen. Its stupid the pain wont go away. now im studying pshycology to help depressed teenagers. what do i think about this site its very stupid and immature.. you need to seek help not got to this stupid site. the only reason i came in here was cause i searching for some other stuff and it took me here. this site is just to vogur....|
|07 May 2005||Melissa||Hello, I am 23 years old,am married and have 1 baby boy. My relationship is near to ending. My husband is Russian and I have faught for him to stay in this country, had to go througha deportaition order and spent 4 months without him while I was pregnant,without a job or anything,had to use all my credit cards to pay 10's of thousands of dollars for him to stay here.Now he's been released to me for over a year now. Our marriage is over but we're still married. We live together with our son. I love my son more than anything and everything. But the problem is that my whole life I've felt used,abused and disresepted.With my immediate family as well as my new family. My husband doesn't understand me or respect me in any way. All he wants from me is to suck his dick every single day,sorry for my language.I am a virgo by horoscope,I don't really beleive in horoscopes,but virgo's are not very sexual beings,it's true with me. I hate doing this,I've tried to be a good wife,it doesn't make any sense anyway. All we do is fight, and when I cry in front of him which is not very often,he tells me I make myself stressed out from nothing. I have no one close to me to talk to or anyone who will care and listen. With my baby,he cried 22 hours a day and I am completely at the end of the rest of my nerves. I live in Canada, a very money stressful country. I owe $20,000 in bills and nothing to show for it.I feel stuck and rejected by my family. I feel suicide,but don't know how to go about it. I have had more than enough bad things to happen to me in my life, and am depressed. I can't tak to anyone about it,just hide it. Hide the cries and pain I so much feel. If you have listened and read all this letter,I respect you for doing so. You are the first that listened. I have so many problems in my life,I can't even try to tell you what I really feel,I can;t explain in words.I'm tired of canada, I'm tired of my son crying for nothing and I'm tired of feeling helpless and invisible. I know I'm not the only one. But why can't people listen or care,especially the ones who are supposed to love you the most. I'm friendless and loveless. I wish death on myself. But that's not doing anything for me. At this point, nothing is repairable.Thanks for listening folks!|
|07 May 2005||jimmy altstatt||stabing hanging over dose of pills drinking cleaning stuff clean out the inside of a fire work and stuff it in a drink or a food and drink it. and a lot more|
|07 May 2005||everyone on this site please seek help now.its not the end you dont k=need to do it. its not the answer. ive lived through it i have gone through it all and im here now and im glad i am. i tried over dosing slitting my wrist piosoning and even set myself on fire. im here now though and im happy i am. ive been through alot i know how the world works and im here for anyone who needs me|
|06 May 2005||loanne||Hello, i accidently stumbled on to this website on google and i was so disturbed by this name that i had to click on to read. I know many people would disagree with suicide let alone THIS website but what i want to know is why have you started this website? Do you not think you should talk to somebody before you even consider contemplating suicide? I don't know what else to write but i just thought that you should think about that before anybody thinks of doing any thing drastic anyway goodbye|
|06 May 2005||amanda||hey.... im still feeling kinda suicidal.... i thought it would all be over since i met cody ( the one i love ) but i guess not... hes always talking about how much he loves me but then again hes always talking about how much he wants 2 die.... or go 2 sleep and never wake up... he said he mite hang himself... i really wish he didnt talk like this bcuz i love him sooo much and i would die if he died... i tried telling him this but nothing can change him... i thought he loved me... i thought he meant it... we both promised not 2 cut enymore but all i hear is that hes cutting.... i really dont want him 2 cut.. or die!!! i wish he would listen 2 wat i have 2 say!!! i believe that he loves me but i just wish he would show it!!! if he loved me then he wouldnt just take his life... but he makes me feel worthless... like im not good enuf 2 live 4!!! i love him and i no he loves me but y would he just take his life!?!?!? i no i cant just go stop him since he lives 3,000 miles away but i wish i could and i would if i could!!! i no that if he dies i no ill die from a broken heart... (thats how my grandpa died)... i realy want him 2 stop talking about taking his life!!! ill never love again... i love him!!!! I LOVE YOU CODY!!!|
|06 May 2005||emma||take one look at me and you're done!!!|
|06 May 2005||Senor kills alot||Break dance on railroad tracks|
|06 May 2005||poup||intoxication|
|06 May 2005||shawn-tay||my life is such a wreck. i just want to die.
my x wife, misty, has custody of our daughter, lauren. after we split it all went down hill. i started doing drugs and drinking. i started sleeping with hookers and now I have H.I.V. the doctors given me 2-3 years to live. who wants to die like that? i am tring to fight for custody of my daughter but when i was a small child my father molested me and i am afraid if i am alone with her i will molest her as well.
its obvious. i am a pathetic loser who is a sneak and a habitual liar. i lie to con people to bend to my will. i am ashamed to even think about how i have lived previously and treated people. i have decided that it will be best for myself and socioty to just commit suicide.
good bye world.