|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?
|11 May 2004||Reggie||Hey, I am 12 and I am speaking to you from my room... I have pretty much lived in my room for the past 1 yr, 2months.. I forget what the outside world looks like... I have no friends.. my only friend is a computer. (this one) The only social noise I make is crying.. i won't say anything.. I'm completely withdrawn... I hate myself... And if you met me you would hate me too.. My mom tries to help but like I said.. I don't talk anymore..|
|11 May 2004||Pin Striped Penis||Yo, "killed myself b4 you read this". You sound a lot like I used to be. I used to have no friends and no reason for living and all that shit. Peeps thought I was gay and I was incapable of getting a girlfriend. I'd bet that your therapist didn't call you a schizo, he/she most likely diagnosed you with schizoid personality disorder. Unfortunately, people hear the word schizo and they get scared. Don't be worried about it, it shouldn't even be called a disorder, it's an uncommon personality type..... a rather anti social fantasizing type. And don't feel ashamed that you lost your virginity to a prostitute. Prostitues provide a valuable service for some. It's just unfortunate that people consider them the lowest of the low. Their bad reputation is unjustified.
Anyway, I used to be like you until I tried anti depressants. You should try them too. They can work miracles for many. I'm not depressed AT ALL and I didn't have any side effects AT ALL. Some people may get some annoying side effects, most don't. Ask for anti depressants! I recommend Effexor XR because that is what I am on.
|10 May 2004||unfortunately shashi||this is the toughest question of my life. if i had known the answer certainly i would be happily having my time in hell. but still i feel poison is the best way. just imagine u taste sth and the next moment u r fuckin jesus. dont u all wanna do that? but make it sure u certainly are gonna die. or else ur gonna end up like me. i mean end up living.
i still wonder for their momentary desires my parents have all the way created me. just imagine im the output of a foolish act. i cant digest this. but i can always digest pills. u know these pills really taste good. now im going to sleep hoping that i wont need to face the world of pains again. unlike the last time this time i made it sure the dosage is too much higher than the morte than sufficient.
|10 May 2004||Amanda||im not sure what way is best, for i am tryin to kill myself also i just have a question which probably none of u know the answer to. I wanna overdose on all the pills in my bathroom cupboard, i dont like pain i wonder if it would hurt|
|10 May 2004||Melissa||just swallow a bunch of pills!!!!|
|10 May 2004||Mariah||The best way to kill ur self ir ur under 13 is to go to skool and in ur industrial tech. class "accidentaly" run ur wrist under the jigsaw blade. Sure u may get in trouble, but u would die to soon for them to punish u. (this will only work if u have a jigsaw and dont know how to use it.)|
|08 May 2004||Tori||Razorblades... Knives...Safety pins to the veins...You know.. The usual.|
|08 May 2004||sarah||what i want to know is how to kill yourself so that it looks like you were murdered - then people can't be mad at you. the only way i have come up with is to stab myself 4 times (so that i am sure i will die) - in the spleen, the leg and neck (in the arteries), and in the chest. if you can think of anymore can you email me - email@example.com|
|08 May 2004||sophie||La meilleure solution déjà serait de lutter! Et de se dire que même si la vie et insupportable et que vous croyez qu'il n'y a plus que cette solution (suicide) et bien détromper vous, pour chaque personne sur cette terre il y a toujours un espoir, trouver lequel bien sur ce nest pas le plus facile, mais en essayant de faire tout, on trouve! Et sinon la manière qui fait le moins souffrir et la plus courante est le pistolet! Si quelquun veux parler je suis la! Je vie ça tout les jours et je comprend! Gros bisous à tous !|
|08 May 2004||Felicia The Great||Hello Mouchette, Lucy Cortina, Billy the Weeping Freak, and all the new members...
I have been on hiatus. I really apologize for not coming on this site as often as I should.
But I have a poem for you guys that would give you a thought to ponder.
"An Empty Heart is Filled"
By Felicia A. Floresca
"There is only one way to fill your empty heart. The only way to fill your empty heart is to have LOVE FOR LIFE.
Without LOVE for this ONE LIFE, you feel that nothing around you exists.
You have to realize that each portion of your life, whether good or bad, is a gift in which TIME can no longer take away from you and all this leads to happy or sad memories.
We must allow ourselves by remember this...
...that allowing ourselves by remembering that LOVE FOR LIFE is the epiphany for living for EXISTENCE."
Hang in there folks because "Today is the first day of the rest of your life."
|08 May 2004||Nicolette||Well first suggestion i would have is to go visit Charles Manson in a enclosed room. Better yet if your 13 and a chick get pregnant and go do an interview with him... im shure he'd love it... well if you live in the south go play in the swamps when it rains if you dont get ravagely eaten by some swamp creature you'll probably have some kind of incurable flesh eating fungus growing in your vaginal areas... My next suggestion works better in the south but it can be modified to fit your needs... Get caught smoking by the cops and assure them you over fourty-five then tell the gay one to stop looking at you like a piece of meat and that you the first black member of the KKK. Take off your pants and tell them ou have to show them something and piss on them. repeat several times till they get aggravated enough to shoot you. the upside you die and a cop gets arrested win win situation... Drink a cup and a half of bleach; piss of a sadomasochist; put a water hose down your throat and turn on hose (full blast of course) for at least 10 minutes; grab a colouring book and a razor and go sit in a corner sketch the images in the book on your skin dont stop till your whole body is covered; and my last suggestion is to eat shit and die.|
|08 May 2004||killed myself b4 you read this||the best way to kill yourself (no matter what age) is to overdose on cocaine. you'll get really high, and then you'll have a heart attack, and if no one is there to bring you back into your misery, you die.
i've attempted suicide twice before. first time i tried to hang myself, but the thing broke and i banged my head off the floor and passed out. woke up in the hospital with a concusion. second time i ever tried, i ate 25 tylenol 3's (all which was in the bottle.) since i get fucked up alot to ease the pain of shitty life, i must have had a high tolerance or something, but i passed out, and woke up thirty hours later with a bad head acke.
i'm a 21 year old white male. i often try to make my life better, but things just get worse. i have nothing good in my life. i have no social skills. everyone thinks i'm gay, my shrink told me i'm skitzo. i never had a girl friend before. no one likes me. i lost my virginity to a prostitute. people try to use me. my "family" doesn't give a fuck about me. why would i want to live? so after reading all sorts of bull shit on why i shouldn't kill myself, the pain is still there. i really think hard about if only one person who care if i was gone, and believe me i can't. i feel nothing but emptyness and sadness. so why should i live and be loney, when i can die and find out what happens next.
in a quick summary of problems in my life, i bet all would agree that if you where in my shoes, you would want to kill yourself as well.
but back to the kit. since ritalin is cocaine for kids, why not overdose on ritalin.
|07 May 2004||Monsieur Inconito||La façon pareusseuse est de se jeter en bas d'un pont.
La façon joyeuse c'est de mourir de rire.
La façon triste c'est de mourir seul.
La façon compliquée c'est de mourir d'un cancer du poumon après avoir fumé pendant 30 ans.
Mais la meilleure façon de mourir c'est de se faire oublier.
|07 May 2004||Thich Nhat Hanh||Maybe the other person has spoken so often with bitterness always condemning and blaming that you have had enough. You cannot listen anymore.
You begin to try and avoid him or her. You try to avoid him out of fear.
You give him the impression that you want to boycott him, to ignore his presence. You cannot face him and at the same time you cannot avoid him. The only solution is to train yourself to be able to communicate again. Deep listening is the way...
Compassion alone can protect you from becoming irritated, angry, or full of despair.
...Sometimes you get lost in your suffering, in your worries. In your daily life you have to be in touch with elements that do not constantly express suffering: the sky, the birds, the trees, the flowers, children - whatever is refreshing, healing, nourishing in us and around us.
This is the practice of nourishment....
~Thich Nhat Hanh
|07 May 2004||Some old Slapper who is about as sharp as a fresh pile of Cow Ma|| How easy it is to be in denial about the way we experience life. . .
how easy to fit into a pattern of thought and processing that makes it comfortable for us in some way as it rewards us even to the point of being defeatist in the long run. To continue behavior that goes nowhere knowing full well that it is ultimately fear that keeps us from change, from DOING.
i suppose the big shock for me was when someone said to me that i had to take responsibility for the way people "in my life" treated me. Like i actually have a Life. For one thing, if a 'friend' caused me unhappiness, then why the Fock did i continue to have them IN my life at all ? .......and the realization that 'doing nothing' is indeed a decisive act... if someone is bringing me down on a consistent basis, then by continuing to associate with them is MY choice. The very act of keeping them around me is the thing i must "own." ..............
|07 May 2004||Morgan Todt||Lay with me and thrust into my flesh and feast upon me...
For you are my lover. You are my lover. And the only thing that makes me bleed is my own mutilation...
Can i understand empty hatred and what gives it birth? Understand frailty in another human being and seeing something in them that dims the very intensity of my own intellectuality?
Understand why a misconnection deepens or why it fades? Perhaps.
Eating of weeds. Drinking of rain. And an overdose of Introspection.
i've been reading an autobiography called Drinking The Rain (Alix Kates Shulman). The author startles family and friends by choosing a life of solitude on an island off the coast of Maine over her sociable and active life of many years in Manhattan. Her story is not only an acute observation and accounting of poignant aspects of New York City, but in her island isolation 'thinking long thoughts,' and the practice of things that take time: making bread, reading books by the light of the fireplace in her island cabin, carefully examining the body of a dead seal that has washed up on the beach, and reflecting on the process of going into herself after a lifetime of adapting to others. Amor fati....
Ms Shulman observes her former anxieties over 'the state of the world and the weight of years' as a burden lifted away. Her peace comes by the acceptance of what she finds and who she is in her aloneness. As a former networking activist in the Second Wave of the women's movement and now 'a quiet person,' she realizes that life can hold many seemingly conflictive selves and it is pointless to choose among what she calls the 'impulses' that live inside us. The shore's appearance is constantly changing, she notes. One's life has room for all that resides in it. She has embraced simplicity and is discovering how little she actually needs to have everything. She answers to no one, follows her interests deeply, and will change rules for herself when she wants.
Set free in her solitude.
No longer adjusting to the needs of anyone but herself. Eating weeds 'gifts of sustenance'. Drinking rain.
|07 May 2004||i dont have a fucking name||WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU ASSHOLES?? lets go kill oursleves and be "cool" haha yeah ok. i think suicide is overratted. No one wants to hear about how much youve got it bad cause i bet i have it 20 thousands times worse. so fuck off and stop complaining about bullshit. if u wanted to kill yourself you OBVIOUSLY wouldnt be writing about it on the internet. LOSERS|
|07 May 2004||jean louis||suicide toi ! on aura la paix...|
|07 May 2004||LaDy DeAtH||They don't know what I'm going through
They think it's about some guy i use to care for
They are mistaken by illusion
They think it's about the other girl he was there for
No one undertsands my pain
What they don't realize is that every night i cry
They should hold me back away from dangerous weapons
Because the only thing on my mind is "die"
I don't like him at all really
Every day and night he breaks my heart
But 'love' and 'like' is different
And I knew I loved him from the start
It wouldn't be so bad
If I had a mother or a father
Pops is gone, brother's dead,
And Mom doesn't even bother
It's about him being the only thing I had
Because friends will soon drift away
And he swore he'd never leave my side
However, now I see not even love can stay
Would love to stay and chat but I gotta go smoke some weed... (part of my 3 steps toward a slow death: 1)smoke lots and lots of weed, 2) drink all your friends' beer since you can't get any yourself 3)Flash westside gang signs while you're on the east coast)
|06 May 2004||Some old Slapper who loves to hate Mouchette.... and Morgan Todt||For some reason I've made it my business to slam Morgan Todt. I don't like her. She tries to write gracefully but her messages suck.
First of all, we can see viruses.... with a microscope. Second, who in society is giving you the message, what you see is what you get? I don't remember hearing that anywhere. But anyway, I can't see you, why do I believe you exist? I can't see my brain, why do I believe it exists? Because I am conditioned to? I don't think so. There's good evidence for it.
No Morgan, it is not strange that people look up into the night sky and have a hard time believing in God. One good reason is because when people think of God, they think of that stupid ass mother fucker God that is presented in the bible. Surely the universe would be insane if that crazy son of a bitch actually existed. I would have to kill myself.... or kill him. Talk about cultural conditioning!!!! Hmmmm, you don't think people have been conditioned to believe in the Bible based on.... nothing convincing, in my opinion.... although in my own words I would say something like, "stupid ass old bull shit that doesn't even fuckin matter anymore". "This is it, what you see is what you get" sounds familiar. Sounds like the bible, sounds like religion.
But anyway, on a positive note, when people look up in the night sky, most DO NOT have trouble having a feeling of awe and wonder at the universe, and ponder questions of life. I don't know who you've been hanging around. However, people do, as they should, have a hard time comprehending how a fucked up psycho bastard like the Christian God could possibly exist. And that is a good thing because he does not exist.
In conclusion Morgan, only you are the one who thinks that people are too stupid to comprehend the greatness of the universe and only you assume what you see is what you get.