|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?
|29 Apr 2004||Mouchette||MY SUICIDE
Cut the eyes out of my head - Tear my tongue out if I speak. Raise up your camera, raise up the lights - feed the evil and the weak. Hear me now, my tongue is in your ear, the center of your body is the place I hide the fear I lost of suicide ...
Suck the hatred from my mouth - Raise the dead man that you found, Seal the black mud in my lungs, leave me down here drowning with the wasted and the stunned, Leave me now as I choke and writhe, but feel my body stuck upon the dull and pointless knife of my suicide ...
Remove my face from in your mirror, sift my grey hair in the fire. Now mock me for the suffering I fake, leave me naked on the carpet, leave my drunken body splayed. See me now, my broken fingers search your mouth for the drugged and senseless words that are seducing me back home into my suicide ...
I hate you all for what I've done, I hate you for the texture and the color of your skin, I hate your whispered breath upon my neck, I hate you for your love and I hate you for sex. Feel me now, I'm growing in your insides, the warm feelings that you bring contain the seed now flowering into my suicide ...
|29 Apr 2004||lathenardiere||bouffer tout les kinder surprises du monde avec les surprises dedans.|
|29 Apr 2004||Kris||Look... all of you! You're all talking about wanting to kill yourselves because your lives are horrible. Think of it this way; no matter how hard your life is, or how bad things seem to be... someone, somewhere has it worse. I've seen people kill themselves for things that they shouldn't have. Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. And, all problems are temporary. You may not see it this way, and you don't have to. I'm not telling you to go to some shrink and confess your sins and let them give you all kinds of drugs. And I'm not telling you that what you're feeling is wrong. But, what I am telling you is that if you kill yourself, your pain isn't gone. Your spirit will last forever. And that pain shall linger. Your pain is passed on to friends or family or someone you passed on the street that you gave a smile to. All of the stories that I have read are all about yourselves. I know it seems like it's only you in the world, but it's not. Please wake up and realize that you're not alone. Look at the other people that are posting on this thing. You will do what you want to do... but consider how things will change once you're gone. Not to mention, the people that say they almost killed themselves but chickened out, you're not quite suicidal. You were scared, you feared death... and that's why you're still here to talk about it. There is a small part in each of you that doesn't really want to die. Most of you are just kids, you have so much to live for and you get out of life what you put in. Killing yourself will get you nowhere but six feet under, and your pain will always be with you.|
|29 Apr 2004||Psycho||First off I thank you for putting my entry up and thank those of you who took the time to read it more. Now to "wd"'s entry, I only feel it right to say Fuck Off. First amendment righs matter in our world, even if they don't in the young and nieve to the point of stupid world you live in. But that is just my opinion to someone who would waste time to post a mispelled and no-sence piece of what can only be a child's writing. Anyway ---- you can't fully love or respect yourself unless you have been in the worst with yourself. Until you have learned to just what limits you would go and why. And at that point in the darkest hour before the dawn some just wasre it. You can't love yourself until you have considered suicide! It's normal, like I said last time it's simply imagining what your piece of the world would be like in your absence. Personaly I think we baby children to much, which leads to them not being able to handle real problems in their futures. How did we ever survive with some of the products they convince us we need for the children. I'll tell you how we survived, just fine. But then again, on the other hand, do what you want. The more suicide the less compassion in this game of life. I gotta get mine, what do you gotta get dead? Why? What could be so bad?|
|29 Apr 2004||Big Bobalink||OK I get it now, poosy is the term that rich snobby fucking bitches use who think their lives are exciting but really they only think that because the world they live in is a phony fucking piece of shit, and they are a product and epitome of that phony rich bitchiness.. Samatha needs to be booted in the face.... by me. I hate rich bitches..... I love sexual liberation, I just hate rich bitches who think they're God's gift to the world.
No disrespect to you personally Pink Boy.
|28 Apr 2004||Dick Head||anging yourself|
|28 Apr 2004||Chris||I have to agree with an earlier comment and quote this "the hardest thing to do in this world is to live in it" i agree with this point truth is im weak i dont want to "kill" myself i just want my life to stop cease to exist i dont want an after life i just want to stop everything.|
|28 Apr 2004||ashley||carve your heart out with a pumkin carver.. slowly to experience the full effect|
|28 Apr 2004||Pink boy||I only say poosy because that's what Samantha says in Sex and the City... and she knows the difference between pussy and poosy, believe me.|
|28 Apr 2004||depressed and suicidal||I am 26 and I have been depressed for a long number of years. I want to kill my self by laying in front of the train tracks so my head will be decapitated. I choose this method because it is quick and effective. Life is shit and it will never get better. Once one problem goes another one comes to take it place. Suicide will solve all your problems forever. The one thing about killing myself in front of a train is I always seem to move away at the last minute so the train misses me. It's happened to me a number of times. Please Email me and give me some advice on how not to be scared so I can finally kill my self. My email is email@example.com . Do you know how I fucking hate waking up each day and saying not another fucking day. Please help me end my misery.|
|28 Apr 2004||hang gook sa ram||cutting feels great doesn't it..?.. the way the pain rushes to your head while your heart is pounding.. then you feel nothing.. nothing at all except the pain from your cut.. instead of killing yourselves.. just cut yourself.. it's alot better for you than well.. death..
on a more positive note.. i like this site because it lets people express their negative emotions and all those who condemn this site (or at least this part anyways) are ignorant and short minded..
|28 Apr 2004||Frank White||Your'e all a bunch of god damm losers that deserve to die. I hope you all choke on a fat dick and die slow. If you really want to kill yourselve's just fukin' do it and quit that cry for help shit!! Jump off a tall building or shoot yourself in the head.Trust me, they will work. Later on you fucks you!!!!|
|28 Apr 2004||Some old slapper who loves to hate Mouchette||Hey Morgen Todt, don't worry too much about that good feeling of "love" you have for strangers. That feeling will soon fade away and you will be back to your old hating self in no time. What you think is an epiphany is very temporary.
Life doing the best that it can eh? How do you know they're doing the best they can? It's impossible for someone to do life half assed? Or quarter assed?
And Mouchette, shame on you for putting Morgen's answer in your favourites section. How cliche! What's the matter with you? The answers you put in your favourite section are all STUPID!!!!
|27 Apr 2004||Morgen Todt||Krisha still had vivid memories of when her mind was a quiet, useful ally -- a handy-dandy accessory that would discreetly remind her not to stick her little Krisha fingers into light sockets. But that was long ago. Krisha's mind was now in full revolt. One moment it would be idling nicely, waiting to notice, judge, critique or consider -- then, without warning, like a spider monkey on metha-amphetamines, it would start thinking ugly, angry, snarling monstrosities.
Krisha didn't know what to do. It was the only mind she had. And then she realized, it was out of her control because it was never her mind. It was just some scanning mechanism generated by billions of years of evolution, genetics, and conditioning.
That made Krisha feel better. At least until #*&^ #&$^ ^# mEeP ^%$^&!#^grrrrr %^%_+ +*&^) &% MWHA-HA-HA!&&*( &^ *&*&78=07 WHOOO-gaa !$^& )argeep++tynoop! &*
|27 Apr 2004||Rachel||my story is dramatic ive seen people cry over them. And ive seen people trying to calm me down while crying. So this is a quik warning.
my story begins when I was 5 years old I didnt have eny friendz yet but a small toy ( bunny ^_^) I carried it evrywhere. At that trime my parents were in a big fight they hated each other so much,They would argue evry single night. And I couldent sleep so I alwayz hid behind the corner and watched, I hoped they wouldent see me.
but on my 5th b-day it got way out of controll. My mom got so mad she threw this galss cup right at my dad. he was bleeding and I saw the look he gae her. He gave her a look if betrayel, Like he couldent balieve she would do such a thing. I closed my eyes shut hoping it would be over, suddenlly for the first time in my life I was crying from pain, Knowing that my parents were in pain. My mom smirked. Then the cops came and otulk my dad to the hospital, He had 2 get stitches. But after that brief moment, My life changed so did my parents, Not in a good way. My mom continued to yell But this time my dad was quiet he didnt say anything and he always gave me a mean look, One he never gave me before. But then it happened Again, My mom threw another huge glass cup at him. And this time they saw me watching. There eyes glazed with evil. I dont know wut happened. Its like the saw the devil. The charged at me. And locked me in a room. And I would cry and they would lough.Years went bye As they continued my suffering. Thye got me hampsters when I was 10 but only to kill them and make me ry in torture and pain. I guess my parents were sick of yelling at each other and wanted to take all there anger out on me. I never had eny friendz because I was allwayz quiet and sat in the corner. Evryone thought I was weird and retarded and sooner or later started hatin on me. I grew up all alone with nothing to look forward. But then something terrible happened I still had that toy bunny, Thyre grabbed it from me and toor it up into pieces. Thye toor up my only friend. And then she ran after me with a knife. She got me, Right in the arm. It hurt I had to be strong, Strong enuf to put the weighed of the world on my shoulderz, I had to try my best not to stumble, I couldent stop my suffering. Tears of mine were worthless. I started being a bad person now, I started smoking, drinking and lots of other shit but it helps me 4get about the pain, But now I might be taken Away into dss (lke jail) cause my mom put me there saying im a bad child, sheze roght. But I dont know when Im going, I recently got some new friendz and I fello inlvoe wif this guy and were going out. And I luv my friendz so fuckin much its not even funny. But then people have bin telling them to stay away from me and they listened, Its the worst feeling inda world having to loos a friend. And I go threw that evry single day. I cry myself to sleep
But It doesnt work I cant fall asleep because I cant stop thinking of my life. And then my guy .dear Adam, dont u understand? I luved u because U reached out ur hand .
But u left me for wut the otherz say.
Im sorry it hasto be that way..
I honostlly dont know why I keep posting this sotry on this websight a11 the time
I guess im bored and lonely but I toulk 50 pillz (sleepin pi11z) and I was out cold 4 a week , I dont remember anything that happened but the nursez told me they had to take me fast cause I was rely sick I mean extremlly sick and they asked me where I got da drugs I said lil kim and started singin her song, then I started speakin in Spanish and I dont eavin kno Spanish. Enyways I woke up and a day later the sent me to a menta1 hospital cause they thought I was sphyco. Ugh but im fucking not. Enyway I was there 4 bout 3 weekz and now I got out and on this day im posting this 4 the people who think im dead. But I am rely mad dat I didnt die
|27 Apr 2004||emma||an overdose of tablets|
|27 Apr 2004||wd||i think u r all fucked up pricks i was suicadil when i looked at this site I AM UNDER 13 I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE HELP FULL I WAS RONG then i got in contact with some one who left a messiage on here he has been great and i will be sueing u r a SICK MOTHER FUCKER ROT IN HELL.|
|26 Apr 2004||Morgen Todt||i recently found myself in a room with a group of complete strangers. As each one spoke, i noticed i was making a snap judgement about that person. Sometimes the judgement was warm and appreciative. But more often, it was of the "Fuck, what a vacuum tube this guy is" variety. At first i was troubled by this ugly mental reflex. But then i was hit with a flash of insight. As i gazed around the room i realized that if each person was animated by the same energy -call it God, call it carbon-based, chemical doowhackies -- then each person was essentially Life doing the best that it can. Suddenly my judgements were replaced by a pervasive feeling of love.
Emboldened by my epiphany, i meditated upon a relative with whom i'd recently had difficult relations. i visualized this person not as an arrogant dickslap winter-wooskie, but as "life doing the best that it can." Which is when my insight grew deeper...
I now believe that the ability to suspend judgement and flow love works really well with complete strangers.
|26 Apr 2004||Big Bobalink||It seems so strange that people have such a difficult time killing themselves. Want to know the easiest way that is 100% guaranteed to succeed? Go to any local railroad track and rest your head on the track..... or what the hell, just letting a train hit you from any position will kill you instantly. It's instant, painless, and it definitely works, no exceptions. Train tracks are all over the place, why don't more people take advantage of them? The only bad thing about this method is that it is bad for train engineers, and killing yourself this way might badly affect the economy because you slow down transportation.
The guy who is talking about "poosey" is pissing me off because it's spelled PUSSY!!!!!!
|26 Apr 2004||Trina||go on a PGL holiday or similar then when you go rockclimbing reapetedly smash yourself against the rocks OR unclip yourself and jump|