|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?
|03 Mar 2005||piper||i am 15 right now.. and have been suicidal since 6th grade.. my parents arent as bad as some of yours on this site.. but they dragged me from where i was happy, half way across the world.. fuck.. thats when the grades started falling, and they gave me shit for things like C's.. what the fuck.. in their mind i'm not average.. they know nothing about me.. they never really take the time to.. they FORCE me to do sports.. cause i'm dady's little sporty girl.. so fucking what if i am good at them i hate them.. they yell at me every day and claim they are going to send me to a therapist on acount of my recent C+ in spanish.. holy shit, they dont even have a clue whats going on in my head.. if they saw the amount of pills i took and the scars on my wrist they would send me to a psyco house.. there is no one it this damn country who i can talk to..and if i was to go back home i wouldnt fit in either.. i have tried becoming religious.. it's not working because all the religious people hide behind masks.. when you get to know them they are fucking hardcore back stabers.. just recently i have stoped eating.. i trace my veins with a black ball point pen during school, and go home and cut those lines... i know for a fact that it wont kill me.. but hell it lets out so stress.. and fuck all you who say it's a just for show... i have shown no one.. true little whinny bitch's may do it for show, but dont put me in any catigory.. but onto what i wanted to ask.. help.. what is the best way to end my fucking life.. make it stop.|
|03 Mar 2005||You Have No Friends Because You Suck||killing time by thinking of you. never understanding the swirling colors of red and even darker. stopping to pause time. in order to nevermind the entire situation i sink to my knees in pursuit of something better. im begging for nothing. understating the entire problem. lying to only me. behind all the jokes i am choking my throat. never think of me again.
ps. i hate you religious maggie. if you ever want someone to beat you to death, give me a call.
|03 Mar 2005||Rev. Poosy||Well, yesterday after morning prayers, i was walking back from church with my Franciscan monk boyfriend to my house when i slipped on the snow. Oh Jesus, i broke my leg. My poor boyfriend had to carry me to the house. He's quite a big boy. He's 6ft 8" tall. Anyway, i had to have my leg in plaster. It will be so difficult doing the Sunday eucharist at 10am! Maybe i could hire one of those electric buggies. Ohhh that would be fun. Plus, when Religious Maggie is doing the wafer production in church, i may be tempted to kick her bum with my plaster. No, i mustnt say that. She is a wonderful and god fearing woman in our congregation. Well, God bless you folks. +|
|03 Mar 2005||I am just a Boy who wonders what happens if you all started thin||Lol I find this all funny. Lets say that you commit suicide, Then what? Your dead right. And death means what? Where do you go when you die? Hell? Reincarnation? No where? We'll those all, Hell is wel... hell, If you get reincarnated you just get reincarnated to your shitty assed self. And if you die and go now where does your pain now even matter?
|03 Mar 2005||MEREK(i miss clayton)||hello everybody remember me im merek claytons cousin he saw this website and lost control if you read what he said he didnt do it he did somthing completly worse he stole gas from his neighbor poored it in his bathtub next he got his t.v out of his room and plugged it in near the bathtub then shit hit the fan he stood in the gas turned on the t.v.and pulled it in and the bathroom exploded i saw smoke come out of his house from a disstance and ran to see what happened as soon as i walked in smoke that smelled like gas was coming from the right side of the house and on the right side was the batroom i ran with my hand over my mouth and there i saw claytons burning body twitching and screaming so then i called the fire department and they put out the fire and scooped up his ashes and i got to keep them so if my story has affected you e-mail me at claytons address firstname.lastname@example.org hes dead and im starting to think its my fault *tear*|
|03 Mar 2005||mouchette is a fat ugly looser living off others suffering, she||this site is stupid and email@example.com sent me an email saying they will not take people entries off because she wants people to read forever and be embarrassed and hope they kill their selves. isn't that messed up. this site owner is a true mental case. these poor kids go to this site because they are suicidal and this person is trying to help them to kill their selves. they need help to live with their pain and emptiness not ideas.|
|03 Mar 2005||samantha||i did it again i cut myself again my husband doesent even no i hate my self and i dont no why he tells me im ugly and fat and i dont want to live i just need someone to talk to i dont no thanks for listing firstname.lastname@example.org|
|02 Mar 2005||chloe||well i am a girl of 13. i hate life and nothing is going my way. my friends have deserted me all my family is dying and i am depressed. i self harm and all i want to do is die. i have tried kiling myself before, as you can tell it was unsuccesful. the best way to killyerself is to slit yer wrists. if you do it hard enough! or maybe make a noose.
everyone ses life is worth livin but it isn't
|02 Mar 2005||stranger||The best way to kill ur self is shoot ur self in the head with a gun.its very quick.dont go for knife.lol. it hurts alot and rope it takes a real long time to die.|
|02 Mar 2005||Sarah||Jump of a cliff but first slit your wrists, cut ur face, if you can try chopping your legs off and then crawl to the edge and jump/fall.
I`m just saying stuff that pops out my head
|02 Mar 2005||GIVE ME A GOOD ANSWER OUT OF THIS FUCKING WORLD!||well i've been lookin for a way to kill myself but obviously it hasnt worked coz im still here! let me tell u though if i had a gun i'd be gone! so i would suggest a gun if u have one or even slitting ur wrists, it doesnt hurt that much, first it does but then u get a satisfying sensation then you black out so its not all that bad!|
|02 Mar 2005||monte||I'll admit it im hot and athletic. but who gives a fuck. i used to say to myself Monte you have everything going for you. sex is'nt even that great. i thought wow now in 16 getting to fuck my girlfriend everyweek, lifes great. FUCK NO!!!! she's a bitch life is a bitch, and what the fuck if i kill myself. i'm not fucking depressed i just hate doing the same FUCKING thing every fuckin day. its shit wakeing up in the morning and going to school, and acting like I love my life. i fucking hate it. football is gay now, weed is expensive, and pussy is nice, but it satisfies me for five fuckin minutes. i live in a big house in CAlli have a brand new BMW X5 life must be great, it fuckin sucks. i wont kill myself just because i'm not a fuckin looser faggot. but all you dick sucking faggots should!!!
|02 Mar 2005||kristina||TO ALL PEOPLE WHO READ THIS:
hey, it's not worht killing yourself. believe me i've tryed and it's not worth it. please get some help!
your just 13 you still have a long ways to go!
|02 Mar 2005||ian||I'm really sorry about everyone's troubles, if there's anything i can do please send me an email. I don't want people to suffer.|
|01 Mar 2005||Religious Maggie||Oooh yes Mary may have been a virgin but she certainly didn't have a virgin birth. I am a virgin too you know darlings. This is my gift to God, and one I shall be rewarded for in heaven. Mary was rewarded only once. I shall be rewarded again and again and again and again.
God is very saucy you know darlings. I was making some mashed potato for my dinner last night and he made me spill some of the mash onto my boobs! Yes it was warm and creamy so I decided I would rub it all over them. I made some peas with gravy too so I poured the whole pan of them over my boobs. Ooooh that was delightful, all those peas slippering across my boobs.
I accidentally slipped over onto the floor and then God propelled me across the floor on my boobs. Though if I eat beans I can propel myself across the floor with no hlep my darlings.
|01 Mar 2005||Brittany Tarazano||I am gonna do this as i am telling you think of the exact date when you want to die get the date write it down write a note saying why you did what you did. Slit your wrist and then take some pills when you feel them kick in hang a rope from your neck from a tree be careful not to brake your neck when you are hanging down then get a gun a shoot your self all over the place besides your head and chest then stick the gun in your mouth and pull the trigger................|
|01 Mar 2005||Era||Well hey everyone my name is Era, and i'm writing from the Van Nuys Area in CA. I'm 15 years old and i've been suicidal since i was about 12 or 11. It started with me basically hating myself and everything about me. My mother has a very lousy personality and she usually took out her stress on me and my little brother. As it turned out all the emotional shit she said really affected me and i was constantly trying to make myself better. i began binging, never eating and working out constantly. As a result in 7th grade i began making more friends and i was a cheerleader, for a while all the pain went away because i was kept busy and i truly felt wanted, but when my mother and i started fighting again everything came rushing back like waves of hatred and anger. in 8th grade the cutting began, as well as the drugs and i was taking two lines of cocaine everyday just so i could lose more weight. i ruined almost everyone around me's life because i was known for doing stupid things. they of course thought i was fine, but even as we laugh the heart aches and all my problems were dragging me down. after cutting lost its appeal i began burning my skin and popping pills just to see how many i could take until i went unconcious, when nothing happened i became more drastic and slit my throat. i was unsuccessful and just ended up in the hospital. my mother once again blamed it all on me and my friends didnt know i had a 'problem' i guess you could say that all i really wanted was for someone to notice what i was doing, but no one every did. till this day i think about commiting suicide, but i'm a little older and living with my dad and those emotions dont surface as much. I'm kept busy and go to this continuation school that have kids with problems also and it helps to be around people like me. i see a therapist reguarlarly and i've begun to read the bible, but sometimes i cant really control myself and all i want to do is die. looking in the mirror is like seeing someone i dont want to be anymore and when i wake up its like a slap in my face, knowing that i'm still in this shitty world. i know theres people out there like me and i'd like to commuicate with you all if you want. just email me at email@example.com take care you all.|
|01 Mar 2005||april martin||drink cleaning supplies|
|01 Mar 2005||Rita||I don't think I know the best way to kill yourself when you're under 13. I've been reading the stuff people post on here for quite some time now, I still don't think I've read them all, but I feel like I can connect with more people here than I've ever been able to anywhere else. I really did not have a horrible life like some of the people here, but I feel the pain that many of you feel day in and day out. I always felt like the way my mom treated me was so shitty. I noticed that a lot of the things I did never seemed to be right. I was always doing something wrong. I was screw up. I felt like I was the daughter she never wanted. Everytime they would fight it would almost always seem to be because of me. Many may say, "no it's not your fault, don't think that." But once, when they were fighting and my dad had already left for work, she called me into their room and told me that i was the reason they fight. It's all because of me. My mom has even told me how many times she's wanted to leave us. She has yet to do it, but I wouldn't put it past her just one day walk out when she got really pissed off.
When I was in middle school was when depression really started to kick in for me. It didn't help that I didn't fit the stereotype of the pretty girl. I was too smart, too tall, too nerdy to be anything that was considered cool. In seventh grade, in three consecutive days I tried three times to commit suicide. Obviously none of them worked. I was too naive to really do it right I guess. I tried ODing on two of those occasions, leaving a note by me when I went to sleep for when I didn't wake up...I did. The third time, I made a suicide concoction of sorts to drink. I can't remember all that I put into it, but I do remember putting some household cleaner in it. I was too scared to really drink a lot of it...I took a sip..then I broke down into tears. I didn't really have any other suicide episodes until 8th grade when my mom called me a whore and a prostitute because she had found out I had kissed my first boyfriend ever. For that whole weekend I was in tears and so upset.
Freshman year of high school I think was really the worst. My mom flipped out because I had started seeing a guy that was older than me (he was only one grade ahead of me). I continued to see him behind her back and she found out. It was the worse day of my life. The next morning I had decided that that was the day I was gonna end it all. I could not continue to live a life where I'm a screw up for my mother. Always a screw up. I decided I was going to hang myself. My parents were going to my cousin's wedding and there was no way I was going to make an appearance with tears streaming down my face and looking like I hadn't slept in days. I could not put up a front like as if everything was ok, so I stayed home with my plans. I made a stupid mistake though. I told someone what I was doing. He was worried about me and I was in tears so I talked to him on the phone as he tried to console me and make me change my mind. But he had called the cops. They showed up at my door, called me on the phone to asking me to let them in. I was so freaked out and i felt so betrayed by my friend. I let them in and they talked to me and asked me to go with them. They put me in the ambulance and drove me to the Emergency Psych ward. I was there for almost the whole day. I had to talk to a therapist, they kept me in a room with someone at all times. But I think that the scariest part was when my parents got there. Seeing them walk past the room I was in made me want to stay there instead of going home. Needless to say I did. I thought things would get better and they did, here and there. But sometimes things were still shitty. My mom blatantly tells me that if I had committed suicide it wouldn't have solved anything, that I just would have gone to hell. Thanks mom.
Throughout the rest of high school, I managed to deal with everything I guess. Depression would surface every once in awhile. So much so the end of my sophomore year, that I say a therapist again and got prescribed prozac. They put me in a group therapy with a bunch of other teenagers too. That was so stupid. If anything, it just put a bunch of teens with problems in one room, it didn't solve anything, just made us see that there were other people with similar or worse shit to go through. If anything we just bonded over our problems, not learned how to solve them. I stopped taking the meds after a while cuz they weren't doing anything, and I just wanted to take em all at once to see if I'd OD.
I thought I was getting better recently, but I really doubt that. The depressions been coming back, and I've been as emotional as I was back then. I feel empty inside...dead even. I don't know what to do anymore. I don't want to see a therapist. For me, it's just a waste of money. I've been thikning about committing suicide again. Considering that I'm older now, I feel like I have so many more options for me now. I can do what I want to do...I just don't know if I will yet.
|01 Mar 2005||???||Stare at a picture of Micheal Jackson in your room, all alone, at night, in your bed...and then say his name three (3) times.|