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.

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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?
30 Jun 2013 Anonymous hi /x/ :^)
23 Jun 2013 Claire Jump in front of a train.
22 Jun 2013 Marlitt I would find a huge -huge teddy bear to hold all the time. No more free hands and no more food to get to my mouth. It`d take a while but eventually it`d work
21 Jun 2013 JOE McUNT AMANDA TODD STYLE
19 Jun 2013 Kuroneko Take the pills
17 Jun 2013 Zombie fear
11 Jun 2013 Joanna Knives from the kitchen
09 Jun 2013 Natalie Dont die!!!!!Please!!!DONT DIIIIIEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
04 Jun 2013 Antonia Goycoolea gas
29 May 2013 Dan 4stor.ru
28 May 2013 Hayley Does anybody want to talk to me or add me as friends....either way I am going to kill myself by taking a major overdose...
25 May 2013 Frankie Overdose
13 May 2013 mathieu with a dildo
12 May 2013 Misha Just wait
03 May 2013 ALEX NO
29 Apr 2013 mi try learning to fly. take a leap. from a very high place. bring feathers and stuffs if you like.
25 Apr 2013 Chloe tear me into pieces
23 Apr 2013 Maxwell Pills from the cabinet
23 Apr 2013 Apollo I was in the garden with the roses when Racheal came to me. She was such a sweet girl with rosy blushed cheeks and who loved to get to high places. She lived on top a hill with me where she would have tea parties with the whales and the sea. Racheal was a cherry, plucked ripe and red, delicious scent like my garden. I asked to come closer, one bite and she would be mine. Every night I would put her into a lovely bed with rose-colored silken coverings stuffed with violets and she slept and dreamt as lovely dreams as any queen on her wedding day. She was the bowl of acid red cherries sitting on top of the kitchen counter, she was my radiant Hyacinth in electric blue. Her beauty enough to ignite gods to feud. And I was the all knowing Apollo, I would sit in my garden and count the varieties of flowers I had. I had every type of flower and every flower in my garden has a different story to tell. They are the most beautiful flowers in the world, and they are prettier then any picture-book. But Racheal was my only Hyancinth. Every night I would feed her toxic core peaches and delivery pizza until she feel asleep. Every flower cheered at Racheal, and she loved the attention. She jumped for joy and played till the sun went down. She was mine to keep and I kept her in a room of gold. Once a day she would ask the flowers their dreams and they would tell her and while they told their stories I would comb her hair. I would comb her hair with a golden comb and her hair would sparkle ink black around her pretty oval face.
23 Apr 2013 dont do it crawl out of your mums womb and quickly wrap the chord around your neck.

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