|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 Jul 2004||suicideincandyland||take every pill you can find and then slit your wrist|
|08 Jul 2004||lost||i hate life and every thing about it. my parents dont give me my space and i cut myself and my parents freak. i hate them all and i hate the world.|
|08 Jul 2004||fuckingdickhead arsehole cockidiotbitch dickfucking dtoitretardb||I truly wish someone could help me with this...
In a way they do, and for that i thank mouchette and her sight... but as one person I talk with said they can only help me as much as they can, they can't stop the world from turning around.
I don't know why I am writing this, to tell the truth. These past few days have been hard and there's something I need to get off my chest.. i don't know.
I was never close to my father... he's three-to-four times my age (I'm seventeen), and when I grew up he seemed so old and out of touch with the world that we never became close. I have so many perfect brothers and sisters anyway. But recently he has tried to help me so much. I love him. I don't care. He offers to pay for things that he doesn't believe in, he fakes interest in my school work just to help me along, he really tries and to me that's what counts. That counts more than anything else in the world. It doesn't matter that he's out of touch. I love him and we are truly 'friends' dispite all the fucked things that I've done. But that bring me to the worst thing. I've recently stolen his c.c. detail and I spent so much money over the net... I don't even know why I did it.. I just did. And then I did it again. And again, and again and again. I know all the love and trust that we have built up will be destroyed, just by this one thing. No, I take that back, because it's not just 'one' thing.. man, i don't know why, but I seem to fuck up every time. And every time I think that somehow I'm smarter or "better" than I was before.. of course, I'm not, i don't even need to add that really. You know all the things I mean; doing drugs, hanging wiht the cool people, all that crap. And now just at hte point when I begining to realise how truly valuable the few things I have left really are I go and fuck it up completely again. What THE FUCK is wrong with me?! I feel tear burning at my eyes, not out of self pity, but for the one truly beutiful thing I have and the fact I'm going to lose it.
I have to run away, but that will hurt him even more. I don't know what to do... I wish.. i don't know. I truly wish I had some idea of what to do, but I know it's only time before he finds out and then I'll have to run and leave forever, and I know in my heart that once I do that I'll never come back.
Damnit, I don't mean to sound so fucking melodramtic, it's just for me personally depression and everything didn't matter when I didn't have anything to lose. But now I do it's a billion times worse than I've ever imagined. It's like nothing else I've known... I don't know. Sometimes the right words just don't come.
|08 Jul 2004||Mackenzie||The best way to kill yourself it shoot yourself! Stick the barrel of a 22 in your mouth and pull the damn trigger! And your gone!|
|08 Jul 2004||fuck all the ppl who think suicide is selfish!!!||In my opinion the best way to commit suicide (I tried it several times) is to swallow those nice small white or red sleeping pills. Go in two different dispensaries and buy two small parcels of tablets.
Then go home, drink a pint of Palm (note: Palm is one of the best Belgium beers), so they'll go faster down. Then carry a few glasses of water to your bed and begin to swallow until all the pills are hidden in your stomach. Then lay down and wait till you fall asleep. When your eyes close, you know that everything is over and that you rest in peace if nobody brings you to the hospital the next hours! it doesn't hurt 1 bit!
|08 Jul 2004||angel of darkness||im 13 years as i write this, but when anyone reads this ill be 14. when some people think about their b-day---a party starts to form in their head. thats only some. for me- when i saw my b-day on the calender i thought- 'oh great, another shitty year come and gone'. for how long ive been thinking this--well i really dont know. there may only be 13 years under my belt--but i still know more of some things than others. well let me tell you why im writing all this. when i was-oh about 3 years- my parents divorced after countless fights and arguments. my mom had full custody of me--my dad was an alcoholic/drugie. one day- i think it was close to christmas- mom said i ws never going to see her again- boy she was right. she put me up for adoption. my life has been hell ever since. some old lady adopted me. all she ever did was sleep, eat and yell. then one day she brought me to the store- i was about 5 or so- she left me for a while in the toy aisle. then this guy came up to me-took me outside and- oh i bet you can guess what happens next- he raped me in his car. he brought me to a local orphanage and said he found me on the streets. a few weeks later this fairly rich lady adopts me. i had the time of my life with her- until she got married to this drugged up fucking son of a bitch. whenever she would go out he would make me his 'slave for a day'. if i didnt do something right- he hit me- whether it be with the back of his hand or a baseball bat. after about 2 years the chic puts me up for adoption. then another old lady adopts me. i live with her until she dies- then i go live with her son who has a wife and 2 snot assed kids. i became socially isolated at the age of 8. ive lived with this family until about a year ago. although these last few years have been better than usual, the pain wont go away. 2 years ago is when i joined the unfortunate cutters society. everyday i would take a knife and dig it into my skin until it bled. why do you ask? because i need to feel the scream inside of me-i need to see the blood drop to the floor. one day i just decided to die. i wrote a note in which it said that i was sorry for leaving if anyone truly cared and that i slit my wrists. of course- the one min. out of the years that someone comes into my room just has to be then. they rush me to the ER. i was in there for a few months while i recovered. i did that 1 more time. the other 2 times i slit my throat and stabbed myself in the stomach. each time someone found me before i could die. now i write to you in a psychiatric ward. here i get to talk to a counsellor 2 times a day. im able to talk to the people here cause they know what its all like. and after about a month here ive been thinking. after 4 times or so of trying to kill myself- something much more powerful and mysterious has kept me here. why? i dont know. but i have found out that everyone has some sort of purpose- small or big. like this one very scared (of everything) boy down the hall tells me almost everytime i see him- everyday i thank god that youre there for me to talk to- and honestly it brings tears to my eyes after thinking about how much i can help him. that small of a thing is my purpose for now. and maybe one day all of humanity can find the inner peace that some have already found. life is a constant adventure that will never end. i hope none of you go through the shit i did. and if you do- just remember that there's always someone else in your corner too.|
|07 Jul 2004||Flamer||Hello angry person, you wrote on Mouchette's suicide page,
"i am sure this will draw flames from ppl but i really dont care. just do it! if you really want to kill yourself you wont come here and whine about it, in fact you probably wont tell anyone at all in fear that they will stop you. so get off the computer find a rope a knife a gun and just do it. you dont even need a knife, gun, etc. if u want to kill urself bad enough run as hard as you can head first into a wall. in fact encourage others to do it as well you won't miss them as you are gonna be dead too. all your friends and family will say "o what could we have done different" for a few weeks, then when the initial shock is over they will think, if not say aloud, "what a fucking moron". but hey its your life and who cares what they think. you are the master of your own destiny, if death is all you aim for then i suggest you set your standards a little higher and stop being such a whiny little bitch, make something of yourself. know that u have faced hard times and overcome. but if you just cant handle life *cough* pussy *cough* then by all means oft yourself. this applies to all 8-80, blind, crippled, or crazy. good luck whatever you decide."
Congratulations, genius, you've somehow managed to figure out that suicidal people who seek help don't really want to die. Wow, you must really have a thorough understanding of suicidal people. Or no, wait a minute, am I wrong about that? Actually, I think I got it backwards, you don't understand a damn thing about suicide. You don't understand how suicidal people feel, or why they act the way they do. Instead you bitch about it. Ironically, your suggestion to suicidal people is to die or stop bitching about it. Why don't YOU shut the fuck up and stop bitching about suicidal people bitching. You don't like suicidal people, tough shit loser, suicidal behaviour is something you don't understand. You don't know what the fuck you're talking about, so FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
|07 Jul 2004||AlreadyDead||Get naked, lay on the ground and pretend that you're a boat in the middle of the ocean while large whales are trying to attack you. After a while you'll realize how miserable you are and later you'll commit suicide so easily, smoothly like nobody before.
Good luck !
|07 Jul 2004||Will Someone have the balls to kill themself already!||I am tired to listening to you fucks complain about your shity lives. Please go through with it and have someone post the pics on this web..now that's worth reading about!|
|07 Jul 2004||kill your self 420||run it to a wall and try to kill ur self and have ur mouth open!|
|06 Jul 2004||subhomoy dasgupta||I am a man of 31 years who wants to commit suicide, but the method must be a full proof one so that no mistake remains. That's why I'm trying to seek guidance from somewhere I'll be able to keep the privacy.|
|06 Jul 2004||El sh||Dynamite|
|06 Jul 2004||Ching||Dont bother trying to kill you, you will die some day. Just wait.|
|05 Jul 2004||take drugs n lay on your back and wait 2 fall alsleep and u will die by ur own sick|
|05 Jul 2004||The best way to kill yourself (if you're a male) is to take a whole ton of viagra and then start drinking beer. Sooner or later your bladder will rupture and you will die!!!
Take photos!!! AHAHAH!!!!
I would piss myself!!! Get it?? "Piss" myself!!!
|05 Jul 2004||ronny-ron||Hey.
I wrote a post before, sounding like a whinny little bitch. While I am, in fact, a whinny little bitch, I didn't mean to sound like one so much.
Love you all.
|05 Jul 2004||Vincent||Since everyone else is telling they're stories, ill tell mine, to get some burdon off. Since none of you know me personaly, this will be remarkably easy compared to talking to a friend.
I never thought that i would become suicidal, i mean, i always said to myslef, there's always hope for happieness, and i belived it. But just recently, within the past 2 weeks, i've started to lose all the happieness that i once found in things, people and life in general. I used to like anime, games, and more, but none of that makes me happy anymore. About a month ago my friend had friends that i didnt hang out with, and i became friends with her, her name is Jessica, and shes the most beautiful, fun, amazing person i've ever met. i mean, we're so much alike, and im not thinking unrational here, we really are. And, well, i ahve a twin brother, and i've been competing with him for my whole life, and im sick of it. Me and him used to be fat, well, he isnt, hes skinny now, and running and weight lifting. Me, im starting to lose weight and looking better. The thing is, its ironic, because, just when things in life seem to be looking up (becoming friends with Jessica, losing weight, and other things) i start to get depressed. Last time at my friends hoouse, i ended up going in my friends basement and just sitting there in the dark, thinking, being depressed, away from the 4 other friends in the house and my twin that i hate to the point of thinking of killing him. but i dont think i will. Myself if anyone. She came looking for me, she noticed that i was acting different, not happy, talking, and being with everyone else. She asked me what was wrong and i told her Nothing was, and she naturally knew something was. If i was closer friends with "D" my best friend, i could tell him my problems, but because of my lack of trust in people, i dont tell him anything about the real me, inside.
She wants to help me, but i wont let her, i cant. How can i tell her that i love her, when shes flirting with my bro? I cant, and wont. But im not gonna go blaming my probs on the world, its no one elses fault except my own. If i do try suicide, im gonna do the wrists, i've been looking up the right ways of doing it online, and i like that way. Sounds, so, nice comepared to pills. I found THE most beautiful pick recently, titled "Sucicide" heres the site, Http://www.irresponsiblepictures.net/artpages/suicide.htm
Its the most beautiful thing ive seen. Sad, beautiful, and amazing at the same time. you prbably dont understand me, but oh well. I dont know if i'm gonna do it. I might. I dont think you should kill yourself if your considering doing it, but, its your decision. I cant stop you, im a hypocrit. If you want to know good ways, just go to a search engine, and type "Suicide+effective+ways" and you should get plenty of ways.
|05 Jul 2004||Smokie||will my ex boy Joey did this hes the one that i started cutting myself i did for a long time on my wrists on each one it never did hurt i can't really feel pain at all cause i'm so use to do that i stop it finally in March but then in June he finally came back after he left my door i started to cry and i wanted to cut myself again but i couldn't do it i still have the scars u guys gotta fight back just don't kill yourself i'm turing 15 this year wanna have a life now but sometimes i don't i just want to die I was close to sliting my neck but my friend stop me for doing it so plzz don't kill yourself|
|05 Jul 2004||not for everyone||Tie yourself shut in a trash bag. Make sure you're at the curb where the trash people will pick you up. Or, Tie yourself shut in a trash bag, and just stay in there.|
|04 Jul 2004||a||it never ends, it starts , there is a middle but the end is out of reach, you can stand and watch, you cry and wish, you can want but never be able to see what it is you want to be.
Kill me, kill me, erase me, erase me, shoot me, hang me, destroy me, ill kill me , ill kill me, ill erase me, ill erase me, ill shoot me, ill hang me, ill destroy me, i can see the end, i can see thru the end, i see beyond repair, i see it all build up, then fall apart, build up and collapse.