|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?
|10 Jun 2004||Gray Baldwin||It really depends. What kind of a person are they? For instance, a person who wants to die a painful death may choose: asphixiation, burning yourself to death and dousing yourself in sulphuric acid. But, if you want to die quickly and, generally, painlessly, you could drown yourself, shoot yourself (in the head) or slit your wrists under a hot tap.|
|10 Jun 2004||soundless_one||I've been reading this for a while now and I've finally decided it's time for me too, to post. Like just about everyone else I'm looking for a way to commit suicide. Just like everyone else, I've been trying to kill myself or else SI my whole life. Just like everyone else, I've been in psyc. wards before. Just like everyone else, I've been on meds. Just like everyone else. But I'm not just like everyone else. Right now I WANT to live. Yeah, crazy huh. You're probably saying to yourself right now "Wait, she just said she needed a way to die." I do. See, life loves irony and I guess I've come to appreciate it too. All my life I've been trying to die. Been hopeless. Hated myself. Hated life. Then I met a friend who cared enough to make a difference. And although I never thought it was possible, I found myself wanting to live. I was actually looking forward to tomorrow. I smiled once and wasn't using my "smile" to lie. I never thought any of that was possible. I never thought I could be happy with life. And I wasn't happy with life. I had just found a reason worth living for. Someone had taken the time to tell me that they cared and that I was important and loved and needed and wasn't worthless and shouldn't hate myself. That they cared. Well, I still hated myself but I felt...special. Amazing really. The only problem is, now that I WANT to live, I realize I HAVE to die. All I ever do is hurt the people I care about and love. All I ever do is bring them down. Just recently a friend tried cutting because of me. That was what convinced me, although there are so many other factors. (She shouldn't read this but on the odd chance that she does, it's not her fault and I want her to live life and to enjoy it. She deserves to be happy. Most of all, it's NOT, absolutely NOT her fault..it's my choice. The better of two evils.) But I always hurt people and bring them down so I MUST die. I've already tried numerous things...cutting my wrists, pills galore, etc. None have worked. Through cutting my wrists, I found a new friend...the razor. The pills made me sick as hell and I thought I was going to die but I never did. Another friend claims it was because she was praying for me. I don't know. So nothing has worked. I just need some advice on what really DOES work. PLEASE, someone help me. And by helping me, you'll be helping so many other people whom I hurt and bring down every day. I know that people say it will hurt them so much if I kill myself. And I know it will. But it would hurt them even more if I remain alive. "No greater love has a man than this...that he would lay his life down for his friend" I would do anything for the people I care about. ANYTHING. And it has finally come down to this. So if anyone could help, it would be greatly appreciated.
Oh yeah, and here's a crazy poem thing that I heard once and like...maybe someone else will like it too...
Razor pain you
Acids stain you
Drug cause cramp
Guns aren't lawful
Gas mask awful
You might as well live.
That just amused me. And by the way, slitting ones wrists and drugs like tylonel and all do NOT work. I've tried. Believe me I've tried. So don't bother around with those. If ANYONE has any suggests of another way to commit suicide or knows of some drugs that WILL kill you, PLEASE, for heaven's sake, pass the information on...before I hurt anyone else. (by hurt, I do not mean physically, just that I bring them down and mess everything up and never get anything right...I HAVE to get this right.) My e-mail is email@example.com if anyone has any info they'd be inclined to share. Thanks. And good luck with whatever anyone else decides to do...be it live life or die. It's your life, it's your right.
|10 Jun 2004||natalie||I used to be the mother of a 17 yr old son. My son committed suicide last year in May. It has been a year and I am still asking why? I came upon this web page trying to find out if he looked up how to take his life on-line. To those of you suffering, please try and think of another alternative. When you are depressed you feel as though people do not care but this is your brain tricking you because of the depression. People do care, my son's friends are still torn up over his death. My heart has not healed in anyway. I loved my son more than life itself, I would do anything to be able to hug or give a kiss on the ckeek one more time. Growing up is really hard these days, it is not fair to you all but please know it does get better, just hang in there! And if anyone does not feel loved please know as a mother, I love you. L-s mom|
|10 Jun 2004||aaron||im 13, well just turned 14 in late may.
i have tried plenty of things to kill myself, one way is that i keep cutting my wrists after they bleed alot, im afriad to tell my mom that im bleeding because then we will have to go to the hospital and get stiches, so i just stich it up myself and wear long sleve skirts for 1 month or so. another way i have tried drinking gasolen and about to light a match in my mouth but it always gets lite out by my siliva.
thats my story.
|09 Jun 2004||Ed||Mate at school tells u about a decent house party on Friday night. You persuade parents that as all ur mates have been allowed, you should be allowed atleast to take 1 bottle of Woodpecker sweet cider. You think better of this and get your mates alcoholic father to steal u a 1 litre bottle of Smirnoff blue label. Go to party and approach particularly happy sweaty looking people and ask how they managed to get in this state. Take a handful of the white pills and powders that they offer you ( on 'tic' obviously ) and retire to the back garden alone. After consuming your beverage in 1 and being vaguely aware that you've collapsed, expect numerous shoves/shakes from your mates and a general feeling of concern in the air.
This should be your last coherent thought.........Congrats!!!
( Being a brit may aid the appreciation of reference to Woodpecker cider ).
|09 Jun 2004||Jodie||Hmmm... you know, I am thinking that the subject should be renamed. I am not 13 (as most people who post), but I have been suicidal for as long as I can remember. I would love to have the lifestyle that some of these people have, they have friends, my best friend was a guy well I guess you could call him a boyfriend and I really rapped my heart up in gift wrap and gave it to him, which is uncommon for me because I have no trust in the people around me. When he moved it floored me and I feel completely abondoned, all my friends have either moved away or I have lost connection with them some way or another. I am fat (obese) not necassarily ugly, but I have never had a date and called it a date nor have I ever been asked to sleep over at a friend's house. My heart feels like a rock in my chest and I cry constantly. I would like to talk to anyone about what has happened to me, because no one wants to read these really long posts. But all you people who have someone (friends especially) don't commit suicide, but all I have here are my parents. My grandma's a pillhead and my g-pa works away from home. My other g-ma is a bitch and the only family member I loved as much as my best friend my grandfather passed away the same weekend my only 2 friends told me they were moving.|
|09 Jun 2004||James||dont kill ur self. iv gone through dis shit before. get a girl or a guy go on a fucken date. im fourteen now u wuldnt surprised how many people know u and wuld miss u if ur not around think of ur friends.|
|08 Jun 2004||yanina||cortate un dedo|
|08 Jun 2004||Renee||Im not sure what the best way to kill your self is when your under 13 but i can tell you that the only reason to kill yourself is if you are seriously ill (with depression or other simulare illnesses) I have clinical depression and i keep it secret. Its a part of my life that no one but the people who read this entry knows. And i think that your Suicide kit is the most horrible thing ever!!!! you are instilling the thought of suicide in childrens minds. And you will basically be telling every child in the world that it is okay to play SUICIDE!!!! Are you a fucking moron? i mean i have never gone to a shrink for my problems but im pretty sure every person with a little sence in there mind knows that a suicide kit is not right. My Grandfather commited suicide and my father witnessed it, its a horrible sight and has scared him forever. To this day he has mental problems because of it. Suicide IS NOT A FUCKING GAME!!! AND YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO MAKE IT INTO ONE!!!! you should fucking get murdered for even displaying it as one!!!|
|08 Jun 2004||trev||This is how my sister killed herself, she took a water hose and shoved it down her throut while it was on full blast, she blew up like a ballon and eventually she litterally burts her insides came out everywhere, to bad she did this at my neighbours bar-mitzbah after party in the pool and she got blood and her insides all over the guest...it was amazing her that POP and seeing a shower of blood on everything..oh yeah HOLD ON... dont let go....keep choking your self!! c'mon YOU CAN DO IT!!|
|07 Jun 2004||sucidalmonkey||" get over it" you have no fuckin clue so go screw your self!!!!
I am 16 and i am an adopted kid of this old lady who says she cares but puts me to work like a slave. She even calls me that sometimes her "slave" so don't tell us shit ok? "get over it", were you too afraid to give your email address ?????????????????
|07 Jun 2004||angsthammer||go on a camp with a priest a teacher and an older uncle. then wait until you are old enough to understand your decision, then wait a bit longer until you see the futility of killing yourself. if you think you should be dead you should understand that its better to suffer until old age. thats true suffering.|
|07 Jun 2004||scott||i feel that as i am a citizen of the united states of america, i am entitled to my own opinion, i also believe that other ppl r 2. but if i ever happen to meet the person named "get over it" on the street, ill kill em. i suffer from clinical depression, and the meds dont help, and y is it that ppl who give up living because of depression rnt treated the same as ppl who give up living because of cancer?|
|05 Jun 2004||Gingerbread Man||Lie awake at night. Remember every time when you didn't do what you should've, because you were lazy, or embarassed. Think of how pathetic it is that you're contemplating suicide. Make sure all those revealing poems and diary entries you've written are burnt, and write a few more, as eloquently as you can, so you know that when you die, people will have something to remember you by- otherwise, how do you know they'll remember you? Next, think about the time when you'll throw yourself in front of a train. But of course, it's never worth getting up at midnight, to walk all that way to the train line. So maybe you should go onto the internet, and ask people if you should commit suicide, because you're so empty, and lonely...
Alternatively, you could funnel all that emotion into something else... start a band, or write stories or film that people empathise with. Make some money that way. Become a FIGURE. Then commit suicide. Drugs overdose is always good. Or a gun. Or you could coat yourself in petrol, go into the middle of a cathedral, or church service, and start playing with matches. Swallow some petrol. Ram your head into the computer monitor you're using to read this- after all, all that electricity and glass? you're sure to die.. Or maybe you don't want to die- you just don't want that feeling of emptiness, and you just *know* that there's no-one else you can talk to. But there is. And this is where you are. Here. So TALK. (maybe it's a good plan not to ramble too much....)
|05 Jun 2004||The Gay Punk||i'm baaack
but then no one probably remembers me coz the old crowd here all probably got wiped out.
speaking of i'm back: my suicidal thoughts are back. for those who don't want me to die: it's okay. i found my purpose in life. i wanna be famous. that'll keep me for long. but for the longest time i feel crappy and i feel like throwing my life away.
remember derrick...uggh. why do i still love him? the last time he came back was march and that was awkward.
|05 Jun 2004||billy the freak||if mouchette had a soundtrack it would be the album that played and played till it burned a tiny bit of information somewhere in the information soup that brews in my head. i would play it till the beat in my step, the pulse in my vains runs in syncronized waves to the bass line. it will be the music that gets me jiggly and wiggly till i want to dance. it would be what i pump through my head phones at night to put me to sleep...
i had a dream i was walking through a museum that had all the existing dali paintings on display. strangely i was the person in the hall enjoying these masterful works of surrealism.
the walls started to creak and bend, grone and twist till all the walls and all the paintings formed a huge sphere around me. the sphere started to spin so rapidly that the paintings no longer had any definition. they started to mix and churn. then the sphere slowed down to where i could see again. somehow all the paintings joined together to to create this vast concave world. i floated to the ground for what seamed an eternity. when i finally came close enough to define the landscapes, i saw lakes that seemed to float above the ground, mountains that took the form of human bodies, trees that if i looked at them right side up i would see a heard of stomping elephants. if i where to spin upside down (which i did many time as i fell) it looked as if it were a group of beautiful swans. if i looked directly in the middle all saw was trees. sudenlly i fell past an circus elephant, before i knew it i hit a huge pile of grasshoppers.
they all jumped away from me leaving me unhurt and standing on the ground. i looked all around. the first thing i noticed was the elephant i passed on the way down. it was at least one hundred feet in the air walking on what seemed to be stilts, on further inspection they where the beasts legs. i saw that the monster was walking my way and was bound to pass over me. remembering my days as billy the shit boy when i cleaned up after elephants in the circus, i decided move in case the the giant wanted to relieve itself. i looked at my watch and it started to get flacid the numbers melted into the face plate. the hands spinned so rapidly they spinned right off and in the air. eventually the watch just dripped of my wrist. i guess that is why they call dali's paintings timeless. well, since time was no object i decided to look around...
to be continued
|05 Jun 2004||Adam Barclay Rose||I don't want to commit suicide but i want to come close to it. How do i do that? What are the best pills to take? OH sorry i better tell you my story first. WELL, i am 17 at the moment in the middle of my HSC of which i dont give a flying fuck whether i go good or bad! And well basically i haven't had any traumatic experiences, and that's the main problem. I have spent my whole life looking for moments in time, or people to blame for my depression but i can barely find any reason. I basically just want something to happen ANYTHING AT ALL! I have never really had a proper girl friend, other than one 3 years ago or so and recently i had the chance to ask someone out and i didn't want them. So i've realised now that I AM the asshole i always imagined i'd be. I'm just like my dad, and by the way he's still on "holiday" for the past 12 years now. No one has died in my life. I hate that fact. Is it wrong for me to want someone to die ANYONE my mum my sister a close friend (not that i have any because EVERYBODY treats me like shit). I want to sit alone at lunch but i can't because i want to still have hope. I hate my family especially my mum. I do so much and i never get any thank yous or ever feel as though what i have done meant anything to anyone. Everybody has told me that i am "such a nice person" WELL I DON'T WANT TO FUCKING WELL BE NICE. I want to be like that guy out of cruel intentions (mainly because he dies in the end). Does suicide count if someone else kills you and you don't try to stop it. Coz that would be kool. One of my friend's dad tried to commit suicide last week and i dont wan't to be like him. Suicide only has an effect when you're a teenager. And if i did commit suicide wouldn't all my friends get given special consideration during hsc. See i would be helping people. And i was gonna run away from home anyway. I also recently started smoking, i'm not addicted and i hate it but hey i'm dying anyway. I said to myself THAT ON 19th JUNE at 9:00 i will commit suicide. So how long will it take for me to die if i swallow a hell of a lot of pills, and which are the best ones to take. I wish that i could bring myself to commit suicide right now. But i can't hmmm..... what other stuff has fucked up in my life.... Well i'm hideously ugly, everybody hates me my family sux and basically I'M BORED OF LIFE. Oh and we get our formal invitations soon. Of course i have noone to take, and the only chance i have is someone i dont like in anyway. ALL I WANT IS A GF is that too much to ask? Well i guess i have 14 more days left to live. What would you do if you had 14 days to live?
BYE AND FUCK THE WORLD ESPECIALLY EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN MY "LIFE" (even though it should be called death) AND ESPECIALLY EVERYONE AT BARKER COLLEGE, HORNSBY
|05 Jun 2004||crazy james||hello all. i must now speak my true voice. no more covering up a retarded brain with big words. i have a mental illness. it is a lapse in perspection. recently i have gained but a little amount and i know now that suicide is not the answer. mouchette: nothing could cause a sweet penaltly like suicide. most commit suicide for relief from pain, and relief is a feeling, you must be alive to feel it. SEEK PERSPECTIVE all your problems seem small with perspective. seek its true meaning.|
|05 Jun 2004||crazy james||what whithered soul of heartened heart may cast his gaze upon true love
but faint is the feeling
perspection is perfection
|05 Jun 2004||Ash||when you really wanna die kill someone else|