|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?
|15 Jan 2005||...[merinda] ...||For some strange reason, here again i am, reading the responses of other people to...well whatever they felt like writing, and i ask myself, why? but isnt that the eternal question everyone's asking. nothing changes, never does, and i dont think it ever will. i keep telling myself to wait, but ive almost given up waiting. waiting doesnt do anything but prolong the agony of life. every day's a stuggle in itself, and i hate people criticising depressed people who wish to end their own life. can you believe its a crimial offense to kill yourself? they consider it murder, and if you attempt and fail, you can be prosecuted. What is happening to society these days? There really is nothing to live for.|
|15 Jan 2005||Rev. Poosy||Blessings. Well, holy communion has been cancelled this Sunday folks because of a shortage of Holy Wafers. They are special ones you know. They only fit small Holy Holes. And if they are any larger they would get stuck im afraid. People would be straining.............+|
|15 Jan 2005||Doink The Brown||Hey whipping boy, what you gotta do is stop believing in that dumb ass God of yours that doesn't exist. One reason you experience so much pain is because you seem to believe that when you asked God something, he actually answered.
You have to stop sounding like such a whiney bitch. So you think you're a victim eh? Well lah dee dah, look at poor whipping boy, he's had it worse than everyone else in the world. Let us all look and marvel at the pain he has gone through. Oh why was God so mean to him? Why God? WHY!?!!?!!??
However bad you think you have it, millions have it a million times worse..... but it doesn't matter. It's not a contest of who has had it the worst. The point is, stop believing in your stupid non existent God and stop thinking of yourself as a victim. You're not a victim. You are lucky to have had your friends and your bizach wife in the first place.
|15 Jan 2005||You dont need it||You jump into a pit of electried barbed-wire until your uncontrollable muscles spasms slowely cause your flesh to be ripped apart, thus eventually causing you to die in one of the most painfull and certain suicides of the time.|
|15 Jan 2005||ben aflecks||do you read in the paper about the guy who was a bus driver and commited suicide by driving off a cliff with 300 people on board? when i heard about this i thought to myself how the hell do you get 300 people on a bus?|
|14 Jan 2005||alice jones||i want to kill myself by slitting my wrists and putting a plastic bag over my head. i hasve no friends. my life means nothing. if you're interested in a ritual suicide please contact me.|
|14 Jan 2005||I WANT TO DIEEEE||I havent tried to kill myself yet...
But I have seriously thought about it for 10 years.. Im friggin 15 years old..
Okay this is my life..
I grew up into a wife beater/child abuser/druggie family.. The first couple years of my life I was with my grandparents which wasnt bad, but it was because my sister was in the hospital dying.. My mom couldn't be with me nor my brother.. so we basically didnt have a mother until we were 3-4 years old.. thats when the hell started happening.. My child abuser of a father and psychotic mother took us from our grandparents and we lived in many different apartments and going from place to place.. we eventually ended up back at my grandparents house with my mother and father.. while witnessing some abuse and being hit everyday.. the emotional abuse was worse.. and when I was 5 years old me and my siblings were taken away, and for a week we were at my cousins house.. and because I was scared to sleep with my cousin in her room my uncle beat me up.. great vacation from mom and dad..
We were returned to our parents in a week and a week later we were taken away (once again) each time being traumatized, while these big police officers are taking us out of the arms of our grandparents.. in 2 days we were back with our horrid parents..
when I was 6 we moved out of our grandparents house and moved into a new house ( where all there was were low class mexicans, that went "ouchi ouchi" or something like that when we rode our bikes passed the houses in the neighborhood.. it was a dump), we got a dog and everything was going better..
My fathers abuse though got worse.. everyday we would hear fuckers,cunts, etc use ur imagination.. and we'd get hit horribly and my mom when he was beating her I would go in front of her and say dont hit my mommy.. he'd throw me into the wall.. ohh well.. I got a cat for christmas.. and in the spring our dog was ran over by a car.. we got 2 more dogs .. the 1 dog ate my cat.. the only friend I had ever known and my dad just kept on hitting me..
I remeber going to school with a big bruises on my face and the teacher asking me why I had so many bruises,
I had to lie.. knowing that life would only get worse if I was taken away..
So I got fat from my cat dying .. from the depression.. I ate because that replaced the feelings and food became my new friend..
I got teased.. soooooooooooooooooooooo bad.. never had 1 friend.. and I was literally beaten up at school and tortured.. and when I got home I got it from my parents..
I remember on christmas my dad gave me a black eye and broke my nose.. aww.. great present..
I lost all my fat because I became an anorexic/bulimic and quit school..
I had no friends and no life..
I over dosed on pills a couple times .. diet pills that is .. and I had to go to the hospital to get my stomach pumped..
my dog died ( the 1 from the 2 that we got) and later on the next year my grandpa went into the hospital and our house burnt down.. and our other remaining dog killed our puppy that we got 2-3 years previous.. when they were in the hotels..
My cats had kittens .. when we were in those lovely (yeah right.. okay the rat traps of hotels)and most of them died when I tried so hard to keep them alive.. my grandpa was literally dying in the hospital for about 5 months at this point and we finally got a new house..
I personally felt like killing myself.. I had lost everything that mattered to me.. and I was losing the only father I had ever known.
a couple months passed by and my grandpa was starting to get better.. then due to neglence of the doctors they killed him off..
I was ready to slit my wrists right there.. I over dosed on pills 2 more times and I lost it
I mourned and stayed in my room for months and I didnt go to school again.. and now my dad still hits me and abuses me almost every day.. my mother emotionally abuses me and wants to make every1 hate me.. and I finally met a guy I liked and he liked me back.. and we talked about everything.. but suddenly he started acting different.. and now he's treating me like shit..
and now I just cant take anything anymore.. I just want to die.. and nothing is working to kill myself off..
Im too sad about everything..
The world would be better off without me and Im just another mouth to feed and to abuse .. so if anyone has any tips to kill yourself off with please share!!!! :(
|13 Jan 2005||Geena||Well let's see. . . you could always just take a dog leash, wrap it around your neck, throw a ball down the street, and have the dog drag you until you choke or get so many cuts you loose all of your blood.|
|13 Jan 2005||trowa||pick a fight with a retarded kid in a public place.|
|13 Jan 2005||Master||Assister à un Cours d' Anick Bureaud|
|13 Jan 2005||soumia||Bonjour.
En lisant vos quelques mots je suis resteé choquée!!! pourquoi voulez-vous inventer un jouet destiné aux enfants de moins de 13 ans leur montrant les diverses manières de se suicider!!!!
Voulez-vous que ce mal de la société qui épargne jusqu'alors quelques innocents les atteigne?!!!!!
Répondez moi svp, rassurez moi!!!!
|13 Jan 2005||Will Snow||Hey toxic shock syndrome, leave mouchette alone OK.................|
|13 Jan 2005||Religious Maggie||Ooh Lenora you remind me of a certain washing machine liquid called Lenore. But my darling the worst thing is, I can't even remember you. Were you one of the many young ladies participating in my "poosy opens, poosy closes" lessons on top of the altar?|
|12 Jan 2005||D||A whipping boy. For some who are asking, "WHat is a whipping boy?". A whipping boy, basically, is someone who takes punishment for everyone else's actions. When I was 15 I had a good life. I was a happy teenager on my way to becoming a man. So I asked God, "I want you to heal the world. Send everyone's pain to me. I will take it." I regret that day. 6 of my very close friends have died from August 1999-September 2002. 3 years. In 2000 I married. 6 months later I divorced. I found out that none of the 3 children she had were mine. I am almost 24 years old now. I have no job, I have no life, I have no car. All my friends have abandoned me. And to add to it, the love of my life who stuck with me through all this bullshit left me yesterday. The one woman I KNEW. Not just thought. I KNEW she was the one. But now she hates me. Tell me now why someone such as myself, "Gods whipping boy" should not want to kill himself? Though I may have brought it upon myself earlier in life. I asked God to stop making me a whipping boy. And still no answer. Tell me why I shouldnt splatter my ignorance all over the walls of my house? If I get a good enough reason, then maybe I wont.|
|12 Jan 2005||senpi||i don't know if most of you are serious.
but if you are, please don't kill yourselves.don't try to be cool.. because someone else might read this shit and come up with something.
|12 Jan 2005||The Soul Collector||Hey you guys are pathetic. You don't really wanna die your a bunch a pussies. That want attention. Someone fuckin said they tried to kill themselves 7 times. Dude you suck so much at life that you even suck at killing your self. How hard could it be? Put a gun in your mouth, Take pills and booz, Hang yourself, Find some fickin way so we don't have to hear your sob stories. Man, you guys and girls are pathetic, maybe if you need the attention so much ust keep pretending like your trying to kill yourself. Pansies. Can't do anything right, you might as well wait and grow up til you develope some abstract thought and maybe you will get good at something besides killing yourself. So go ahead and wait and if you need fuckin attention learn to break dance, but if you plan to have kids and fuck them up like your fucked up, just do everyone a favor and kill your self. Thank You|
|12 Jan 2005||MIKE SIEHL||i just fah-ted and so if anyone is wondering why we just had another tsunami or a violent earthquake i just want to tell all of you i am terribly sorry. well mostly i am just plain old sorry. i always lose the fuckin game and i am so mad i will kill myself. i cant go back to prison cuz they will sexually ASSault me. i just got thru having sex with my mother. she is so drunk.|
|12 Jan 2005||MIKE SIEHL||continued.... i just got thru killing my neghbors cat and then i had sex with its dead corps until it got stiff. i think i got sum kinda disease cuz i got this yellow slime drip drip dripping out of my willie and it burns like acid. although i think mouchettes mom gave it to me instead of the cat.|
|12 Jan 2005||Lenora||i am such a stupid biznoutch. i just fergot to load the gun and i pulled the trigger whilst the barral was in mine mouth. and religious maggie just came over and lapped up my poosy drippings.|
|12 Jan 2005||Juliana||I hate my life. Both parents are alcoholics, I was raped by my best guy friend when I was 11, only one of my friends knows and she doesn't know what to think anymore. I've begun to drink ... heavily I might add. My mom yells at me for unnecessary reasons and I rarely see my dad. My parents are divorced and I want to tell my boyfriend what happened to me 5-1/2 years ago but I can't bring myself to tell him. I started slitting my wrists about 7 months ago and I stopped for awhile until the school year started again. My golf game has gone down hill, I've been to court for street racing and when I'm pissed off I either drink, cut, speed at above 70 on city streets and 100 on the freeway, I have gotten so pissed at times that I've even taken some medications and washed them down with alcohol and then continued cutting. I have a year and half to go before I can break free of my parental boundaries where my mom is emotionally abusive. I fear telling my friend about the other episodes of cutting because she trusted that I would stop but I haven't. It sucks. I've also cut countless classes and have failed 4 of my necessary classes this year because of it. I used to be a straight A student until I was raped. I still see my rapist because our parents are friends and he denies raping me. My boyfriend doesn't know about the rape .... let alone the cutting. I want to tell him but I don't know how. How should I tell him? I should I stop cutting? I can't even tell my mom because she will blame me for what happened. I have thankfully stopped drinking because my boyfriend doesn't drink and that helps but it's really hard. I need a way out but I don't know how. For a seventeen-year-old, my life is pretty fucked up.|