|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?
|14 Aug 2004||Jae Ann||Why do you have to be under 13, being that age suicide is really hard. At 13, I wanted to jump off a bridge. If you slit your wrists ( I saw someone say that, make sure you do it right, from the wrist to the forearm, not across the wrist. Sick I know, but here I am, after over 13 years of feeling suicidal, (I'm 25) still alive, I made my first serious attempt in May of 2003, and now I'm looking to legally buy a gun for the purpose, a slow process, but my results will be acheived. Other than that, can't say much. Feel free to email me.|
|13 Aug 2004||Phil||PS - It's a glorious day today - Friday 13th. Lots of bad things are going to happen to people because they are waiting for them to happen. If they bothered to pay attention though, they might see that every single day is the same.|
|13 Aug 2004||Phil||Felicia is on the ball as always, yet I feel that in a way, "crackerjack" did have a SMALL point. Lucy's breasts did indeed start to become too big for her bra. And as Lucy's breasts inflated, so did my ego - and I became too big for my boots. Lucy retired because I am not sane or 'together' enough to do the hard but admirable work that 'normal' successful writers do. I still miss the times when I used to be in bed at night, and a flash of Lucy-inspiration whopped me in the face like a pair of swinging breasts (no need to say WHO the breasts belonged too). I can still pursue the breasts if I wish, though perhaps not so enthusiastically, plus they seem to swing less often these days. Perhaps Lucy decided enough was enough, got a reduction, and super-glued her breasts firmly together. I still miss the girl she was, but thankfully she still visits me from time to time.|
|13 Aug 2004||Some Fuck||Eat ten cans of beans and lock yourself in a small room. The fumes will seal your fate.|
|13 Aug 2004||shaun||GET FUKIN LIVES U BUNCH OF SAD FUKERZ SMOKE SUM WEED N SORT IT OUT|
|13 Aug 2004||fuck you||NOT DO IT YOU DUMB WHINY FUCK.|
|12 Aug 2004||Stephanie||To everyone out there,
I don't know your circumstance but life is not worth ending at 13 or ever. You have so much to live for and don't get so caught up in your delusions that you think it isn't worth living. Don't say your life isn't worth living, because it is. If you need to talk then here is my email address
if you feel you need to talk then have the assurance of knowing there is someone to talk to. God bless y'all.
|12 Aug 2004||Adipose||Dangerous Farm machinery. PTO's, bailers and augers. Easy to get into. Rarely live. Insurance pays off like clock work.|
|12 Aug 2004||marty||i'm 15, and since Kurt Cobain died i have wanted to kill myself, my family dont want me and my girl is a fuckin bitch, to me theres no other way out?
i want to die of herion overdose or shot myself
|12 Aug 2004||leeanne||tomorrow afternoon i am going to shoot myself in the head with a .357 magnum. if i ever write on this site again, you'll know that it's not a reliable method. see you in hell...|
|12 Aug 2004||Kat||Hello there its me Kat ,
I vaguely remember a time that I had hopes and dreams, aspirations if you will. It's been so long I can't even remember what those dreams were. Funny huh? Well, those are gone now. So gone. Little by little I've gotten to the point where I don't care. Before it was my family that kept me alive, now it doesn't even matter. I don't have anything I feel is worth living for. Not a career, not my family, not even the prospect of future happiness. Growing up abused, raped, beaten and feeling worthless, I guess you could say I've become numb. Lately, the only thing that can get any sort of reaction out of me is Death.
I was just born an unhappy child. I've been trying to destroy myself for as long as I can remember.
I know how I am going to kill myself, I am going to take enough Coricidan C (over-the-counter cold medicine) to numb myself out, back it up with a bottle of Jack Daniels and after that kicks in I'm good to go. This will enable me to get the cujoes to attempt suicide. I'm going to numb myself out, and cut my veins. I tried taking Pills and tried a syringe of Morphine, but was stopped.
I do not have anyone other than my children that would truly miss me. But day by Day I mess up their lives and I do not want them to go hungry one more day, or feel sad for me, or worry, They deserve happiness, not suffering, or pain. I love then so much but this the only way to stop this madness in my life.
Well, that's all I really want to say except, there are those who where born to fight all their lives because they feel that they may be able to accomplish something worthwhile in this world. There are those who live life because they don't know what else to do, because it's what's expected of them. Then there's me: A soul who was born weary of life, who doesn't see the possibilities or the "good" in the future. Someone who can't fight this sadness inside me because all she sees is a bleak existence and pain... lots of it. It's the type of person who can handle all the physical pain in the world, but none of the mental anguish.
I have had enough of the pain the physical abuse, mental abuse. I prayed to God and asked Why? I have taken all the tests I can, I only wanted to have someone love me, show me that there was something good out there for me. You think you find this person, You give him your heart , for him to just hurt and destroy you. Till you feel worthless, ugly, and that you do not exist. I have always put other people before me. Helping and giving the best way I could, I tried to be a good mother and wife and lover, I believe why lie, it will only hurt you more than telling the truth. Well this is my truth:
I love you Kamie, Dj, I know you are strong and you will be happy,
All my love forever,
Love Mom ,
Take care all ,
|12 Aug 2004||Kat||Hi again , Here is a poem i rean across , its how i feel
Sitting alone in my darkened room
Thinking to myself, I hate life
My soul trapped in my body
It just wants to escape
Escape from this hell on earth
I can only think,I hate life
I feel the pins go through my arm
I release the pain as the blood flows free
Tears come to my eyes
I can only think, I hate life
The note sitting on the desk would explain more
The note that would be found after my demise
Dont blame yourself mommy and daddy, it reads
You gave me everything you could give me
You are the best parents in the entire world
My time is almost up
I can only think, i hate life
I look out my window to the sky
The kingdom where i would soon be free
Free from this wretched life
I whisper, "Lord, i am ready to go."
The knife on the table would be my ticket to heaven
I pick it up and put it to my wrist
I can only think, i hate life
The knife slides deeply across my wrist
Skin parts af it were the red sea
Scarlet blood flows down my arm
There is no turning back now
I can only think, i hate life
My body is getting weak
My mind is shutting down
My soul is about to exit my body
I can only think, i hate life
Death is coming towards me now
Images flash into my mind
Happy times of past running in my head
Friends,family,great times,special places
The moments and the people
That bring smiles to my face
Reality sinks in now
What have I done to myself?
I want to turn back
Death touches me before I can run
My soul is rippd from my body
Outside of myself I look down at the bloody bed
I see my lifeless corpse
I wish I could be alive again
I can only think, I loved my life.
|12 Aug 2004||Kat||Hi its me again ,
Not much going on here, the same ole thing just a different day, Still have a lump on my head from him, Will it ever go away? I have alot of headaches. He hit me the other day . I know i should leave, but no where to go, I tryed asking my father of all people for money to help me, but he never got back to me, tomorrow is my sons birthday and he will not get a birthday present , I feel worthless that I can not even get my kid a birthday present, He want a guitar , it only cost 200. I asked my b/f to get it for him, but he always says no money , i do not understand, i live without a telephone so i have no way to contact anyone, he has it so i can hardly go on the internet, its like i am a prisoner in my own home. i hate living like this and i think more and more of just sending my kids with their dad and just ending my life, they do not need to live like this, they are great kids and deserve much more than this, i am looking for a job and hopefully i get one, but hard to get one with no phone number to put on your application.
I have been so depressed i sleep all day, i am suprised i am up now . maybe i will go back to bed, i do not want to think of my son's birthday, he will be 15 , well sorry for eveything i do not need to bring everyone down with me,
|11 Aug 2004||Andrea Aka Skittlez||Finding your parents prescription pills.. taking all of wat you can find along with as much asprin you can find... then lay in your parents bed with a gutted stuffed animal (that you did out of anger and spite) thats holding a note saying "you did to this to me" in big letters painted in blood from your dog/cat that you killed (also out of anger and spite)|
|11 Aug 2004||Felicia The Great Gatsby||What Is A Critic?
A critic is a person who pays attention to every detail you do. Maybe it's because they care or maybe it's because they hate you. In this website, it can go both ways.
Does it matter that I'm gay? What if I wasn't? Does it matter if I'm Asian or Hispanic? What if I was African American? Why is it that some of you have a gripe when I speak with Phil or Lucy or Bill or Todd? I truly adore Phil because he made me laugh out of my misery in this website (apparently he emotionally saved my life). For Billy the Freak, I honestly believe that he is a comedian who collaborates well with Lucy. Why? Because I feel it and that this man should seriously get into acting or writing books. For Todd, I dont know what happened to him but I honestly think that he is a cutie. (Well, from a girls standpoint, he truly is.) And to the Mouchette.org affiliates, you have a gift in creating such an opinioned website.
As for the comment from Cracker Jack; is making conversation truly wrong? Does the fact that humans conversing in harmony bother you? Is it because that when you find that something so weird and perplexing cause you a disturbance? Say something that brings you to this concern. And please dont have the fear of becoming homophobic . I believe that you are a heterosexual and will not consider you to be a homophobe. Since I live in the capital of a gay community, San Francisco, I have friends in both sides.
Take a look at the world around and open your eyes to culture. You do not have to accept it or you can take it with a grain of salt. I'm sure you have something of value that you would like to share with me and Phil OR if you choose not to, you can share your insights with others that can relate with you on the same level. All people do not have to think alike. Always make note that people are entitled to their own opinion.
Be discreet and show courtesy to the suicidal minded people. These people are finding ways to console themselves by finding help or keeping occupied. Maybe having them read this website can give them the incentive to keep on living,
This is a website where all people of ethnic diversities are welcome to post their concerns, humor, advise, insults, and more.
Don't hold back and remember that today is the first day of the rest of your life.
|11 Aug 2004||mad-comic||hahaha, yeah sorry... my bad. I didn't mean "faggot" as is gay person, just as a figure of speach....
um, but.. you know, you're welcome to try to stalk me bro, I am board as all fuck right about now...
Hmmm, well honestly, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that in an anti-gay way. I was just pissed off at reading what some folk say.... look, I'll even leave my email address... haha. come stalk me mutafucker!!!!!
|10 Aug 2004||Shiqi||Im 21. My father doesnt love me, he wishes I was a boy. But unfortunately, according to the one child policy every family can just have one child. My grandma hates me because my father isnt that rich. She also hates my mother because her family isnt rich, either. My dad treats my mom so badly because he looks down upon her, he never ever loves her. My childhood is filled with their fights-Hes yelling at her; He beats her. It always ends up with my moms crying while shes picking up the broken furniture. When I was little I blamed it to myself for not being a good girl, so I studied hard and finally entered one of the best universities. But everythings still the same. No body but my mom loves me. Most of my friends just take advantage of me. And now I find out that things have become worse. My father didnt allow me to date until I entered the university-He even talked to the boys mother not to let her son talk to me. We were 14 that time. And now I even don't know how to talk to guys. Im sick of the school life. Most of the people there are very snobbish. Theyre fake when theyre with you. I skip most of the stupid classes, which would be unbelievable when I was in high school. Every night I go to sleep and hope I will never wake up. Im addicted to rock. I live in my own world. I become an unsociable people. Cant remember how many nights Ive been sitting in the corner crying, wishing someone to help me or just shoot me. Someone to take me away from here, far far away. Lifes struggle but Im not the right person. Im very much assured that its too hard for people like me to survive in this world. My birth is a big mistake. I dont belong here. I tried suicide last winter. I cut my wrist successfully but my friend sent me to the hospital. I still remember how the knife cut, how the blood bleed and spread on the floor and my jeans. It shouldn't have come to this I know it breaks moms heart but I really dont know what else to do. I want to shoot myself but I don't have any access to guns, actually no one except the people in the army are allowed to have guns. And this is why sometimes I hate my country though most of the time I love it. Im suffering eating disorder and I have personality disorder-avoidant, borderline. I hate myself and I want to die.|
|10 Aug 2004||FUCKEDUP||MR MAD COMIC
USE THAT 'FAGGOT' WORD ONE MORE TIME AND I WILL PERSONALLY STALK YOU AND HANG YOU MYSELF.
I'VE BEEN THROUGH SHIT AND DON'T WANNA HEAR YOU SOUND LIKE THE PERSON YOU'RE ANGRY WITH SO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND STOP BEING SO INSENSITIVE
|10 Aug 2004||Harry Potter||Hi everyone... I bet you are wondering why I'm suicidal... I bet you think I'm happy and sucessful... Why don't I just cast magic on myself to make me happy? Well, THINGS AREN'T ALRIGHT OKAY!!! I just want to cry sometimes!! I'm famous! I'm rich! Why haven't my balls dropped!?
Why does my winky always smell like dead fish?? I can't even pull the skin all the way back to see Mr Fireman Helmet... Why does that nasty old man Dumbledoor or whatever he's called, why does he always touch me like that?? I don't like it... (well, I do a little bit... sometimes.)
Why does that nice boy with red hair not like me anymore? Just cause I told him I'm gay. What's wrong with being gay? I like boys! You got a problem with that you goddamn Muggle bitch?!!
heheheh, damnit, i'm so stoned... pretty colours... hehehe.... wasted.
you know those fucking newspapers ran with the headlins "Harry Pot-Head" when that prince guy got caught smoking??? That's slander, those bitches!! I'm going to cast magic on those fucks!! They can't use my name like that!!!
|10 Aug 2004||Harry Potter||Be like me and try to fly from the top of a building with just a broomstick!! It works!! They do it in movies all the time!|