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.

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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?
26 Jun 2004 Rain you are all teenagers and we all get the feeling to comit suicide but whats the point life does get better no matter how much you think it wont it does i can garentee you
26 Jun 2004 Crystal there is no best way to kill yourself.. dont you teens realize at out age its important to feel suicial cause we all have some story or another with a good enough reason to kill ourselves but whats the point you going ot show the world you werent strong enuogh to deal with yuor shit for a couple more years i know it seems long and i get the feeling for comitting suicide once and awhile but im a teen EVERY TEEN gets the feeling of suicide and almost every teen tried it but VERY RARE a teen suceeds... go to this site it may help you i made it and had helped many other people so just dont give up " The best things in life are worth waiting for" never forget those words...
26 Jun 2004 R S Butterfly i aint under 13 anymore but i have bin an on/off suicidal, why im not dead is 'cause last time i was wasted and drugged up my old friends now people who hate me took down my fresh-built noose, i've overdosed am illion times still do like every second day doesn't kill me but its worth a try im hoping someday i won't wake-up not that i sleep much but 3 hours is long enough to die right? my 'girlfriend' messed around with some guy at some party and she expects me to be calm i already feel like shit all the time, now we have daily arguments about mr tommy, i hope he dies, i hope alot of people do but i shouldn't it's probably somehow my fault, everyone hates me now-a-days, and my 'girl-friend' seems to like me less and less, life sucks shit.
26 Jun 2004 kate It is funny to think that on this tiny planet this species called human eats breathes and feels for no apparent reason at all.
Religion that promises happiness for a gamble, and having many slot machines that say enter your quarter here, time, talent and treasure, and you will win an afterlife, all saying the same thing, leaves all of us right back where we started, useless and alone. Because they can’t all be winners, there wouldn’t be so many casinos if there is “only one that leads the true way”.
I also think that when anyone leaves the humongous machine of society that we are all in, to think for themselves, they fall right down into that pit of easy way out called suicide because they don’t know what to do with themselves, they don’t “feel of use” (Cider House Rules)
I have sacrificed everything I have wanted so I could baby-sit my boyfriend going through manic depression, schizophrenia, and masochism. This also means happiness too. In the process I have left all chance of escape to go back to that comfortable world of having others make my decisions, behind me. Life isn’t easy anymore, and I made that decision for him… I guess being a recovering catholic, martyrdom appealed to me. I spent five months carrying him through his worst time, when he would come home from work, buy a couple of forties, drive away from his parent’s house, and drink by himself until he would blackout up the street. He then would come back home and cut himself. Sometimes he would show me the scabs under his handkerchiefs, sometimes he wouldn’t. He would call me every two to three days for sex, and when I would talk to him about the way he was treating me, he would talk to me of suicide.
Every time I would beg for him to not to slit his throat, for me and for him.. I told him the usual, that he was being selfish. I told him that he should talk to someone, and I would cry and flip out for him, a big dramatic act until he had his fill of attention, and then he would finish the cycle hanging up on me so I would call him back and make sure he hadn’t hurt himself.
One day I couldn’t do it anymore. I was making him worse. He was getting weaker and weaker in his decisions with no consequences, and I was carrying him on my back. So I told him. He was so full of his self pity that there wasn’t any room for me anymore in his life. That making the choice to kill yourself or not to is a day by day choice you have to make, not once and its over, and that HE was going to have to weigh things out and make those choices himself. He hung up and I didn’t call him back. I wrenched at myself, crying at work and tearing myself to pieces for him.
That night he talked to me over the computer and told me he had a sawed off shotgun. I told him this time it was his decision. He signed off and I called his parents. His mom asked if I had any more information because she was committing him to a psych-center, and I said no.
The next night the emo-of a boy wrote in his live journal, like any person craving negative attention. He wrote anonymously to me that he had been committed and he would miss my birthday. His indie friends would all wonder who this girl was, and comment like they were a part of it, you could tell they had no clue and didn’t care, just wanted to be a part of the action.
On Saturday he called and said I had saved his life, that he didn’t shoot the gun but went downstairs and told his parents, and when he was taking a shower, blacked out and cut himself too deep, was rushed in to ER, and checked in for 24 hour evaluation.
Visiting him was like being underwater, it was raining that day and I was in shock still. I had written enough to prepare myself for the worst, but seeing his mother struggle with him like I had been doing, arguing and pleading, shocked me until I was submersed. I had started smoking a month before to deal with the headaches, and although I didn’t want to smoke in front of his mother, joined him in smoking a cigarette on the psyche-ward’s patio.
He has slowly come out of it, and it had been like watching one of those movies you know, where the shell shocked soldier comes home from the war to his sweetheart, but you and she knows that the situation has changed, he has changed, and this terrible sadness will always be there.
A year has past and I think the scariest part about this is crying myself to sleep at night listening to my parents argue, and then ten years later hear my boyfriend and I having the same argument. All for the sake of "love"? ...
No, because neither of us can cope with changing our lifestyle. These cycles humans tend to put themselves in keep them running in circles around this earth, looping and weaving like the planets and tides and geometric patterns found in nature itself never get us anywhere but keep us living.
In a perfect world I could go live like an Indian, today that would be called going homeless. If I had to hunt for my food everyday, build myself a shelter, and find a mate to try to talk to and communicate with I wouldn’t have time to think about suicide. And the thing is, Indians made up for their loneliness by giving trees and animals “spirits”.
Conformity is always going to be among us, even conforming to the idea that you want to be different. Being unique is the only way out of it, and anyone that is finding it hard to fit in with where they are placed, I salute you. You were born with a gift and a different way of thinking. That isn’t a bad thing, all you have to do is have a horrible ego and you could turn into an artist, just add some type of creativity in there somewhere.
Interaction with people is going grow, with cell phones and overpopulation, but the truth is human beings are lonely; they are meant to be lonely and always will be. No God, no religion, no cycle can fix that.
“Make it all end because I can’t fit in”, doesn’t cut it for me. I struggle with suicide everyday, but I don’t give in. Those illiterate assholes that comment here, calling you “pussy”, etc, have struck a chord but for the wrong reasons and in the wrong way. It is a decision, and a lot of people go through it. All adults do.
If you have the strength to consider suicide, then you have the strength to fight it. It’s a Catch 22. Exercise writing out the reasons why you would want to commit suicide, the fact is, you will find a good solution to all of them if you try hard enough. There is this weird balance to life, where every irrational number, every problem, is paired with a rational solution. Make that the filler, the drive to get you out of this. There is a solution, and struggling to find it is going to get you out of the drowning hole, slowly filling up with water.
This works for me, and hopefully it works for you. Talking about it so you don’t have to hide like a lowlife and actually understand that others go through this crap everyday is a step. I mean, look at this website? Pretty crazy others are as attention craving as you huh?
Well, right now I have to go break up with this boy who has put me in a position to act against my own morals and what I deserve. It is going to be hard, but I will gain so much from this experience, maybe one more lesson that makes living battling suicidal tendancies a little easier.

26 Jun 2004 Giving_advice I have to say that one thing that has appauled me is alot of people stating that it is impossible to go through shit by the time you are 13. True, I have never been someone who has considered suicide as an option, but when I was 10, I lost both my parents in a car accident. Due to the nature of my parent's marriage, both of their families had disowned them! As a result, I found myself living with people who didnt even care that I existed. I am now 17 and trying to make the most of what is left of my life, and am happy that the worst is over.
But to clarify, the years after the death of my parents were complete hell, and I pulled through. It is possible for children to have a hard time too. I even recently had to have an operation, as I had a tumour, with no support given by my 'family'. I'm still here.
I agree that suicide is THE most SELFISH thing that you can do! you will ALWAYS have someone who cares about you-no matter what! can you imagine how it would make you feel if they were thinking the same thoughts as you?

The best way I can put it is that it's your life, and you have every right to star in it.
25 Jun 2004 billy the freak i sat in my lonely apartment staring at the clock for what seemed an eternity, but in all actuality i was only seventeen minutes i know because i was looking at the clock. i then decided i needed some excitement so i would travel up the steps of the apartment complex to the tippy top floor to see an old friend. however, i needed to be quiet becuase on the very next floor my landady miss thatchet sat watching daytime television. i don't have her rent money and i don't plan on having it till next month and i just don't want to deal with the confrontation, so i will tip toe up the steps. when i came to the front of miss thatchet's door i heard the tv blaring the words JERRY! JERRY! JERRY!
SHE'S A WHORE! SHE'S A WHORE! and came to the conclusion she was watching that trash jerry springer. TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OFF! only ignorent people could watch that show and be entertained. then i thought of miss thatchet and realized it makes sence. i thought i was home free when i passed her door and started up the steps. i got a little lax and wasn't paying attention. i stepped on the biggest cockroach i had ever seen. with a loud pop it's yellow guts hit the wall.
the next thing i heard was the voice of the devil. i was caught.
"billy you little punk!" she hissed through lips that held a non-filter kool.
"do you got my money? i tell from looking at you you ain't got my money you look pathetic that's how i know.
i found in these situation i is just best to agree withe her.
"yes miss thatchet i am pathetic and i don't have your money. i'll have it next month."
her eyes widened. her lip quivered.
"you will have it next month or you will have new locks on the door and all your shit will be in my storage untill i get my fucking money!" she must have strained her vocal chords with that last display of verbal assult becuase she started to cough. little specs of spit hit my face and her cigarette hit the floor.
"do yo hear me?" she stomped the cigarette out with her bare foot.
"yes ma'am." i gulped.
"now go up there and see your little bitch girlfriend." she slammed the door in my face.
i climbed the steps to the top floor and looked at the sign on the door.

25 Jun 2004   Do you want to kill yourself or do you just want the pain to stop?

It has been my experience, that I have not felt able to cope with my problems, and simply wanted them to stop.

I really hate people who say it is the cowards way out. I have contemplated it many times, and tried it a couple. The reality is it is not an easy thing to do, there are so many considerations. Will it even work or will it just leave my life more screwed up than before? It takes a hell of a lot to do it, and I am sure that in nearly all cases, the person has not been able to see any other alternative what-so-ever.

I still feel suicidal from time to time, but get through it.

I would urge you emphatically to try to talk to someone, anyone. I belive that you will be surprised wih how people react.

If you really dont feel able to talk to anyone, than I suggest you try to change your life, and your feeling will follow suit.

Life is a constantly changing thing, I have had extreme highs (more money and friends than I have known what to do with), and extreme lows when I have been suicidal. The one thing I have found is that whatever you are currently experiencing, your life will change. It will go good, and it will go bad.

You are in charge of you, and you are responsible for you. Please just try to make a change.
24 Jun 2004 Plz help me Ive totally fukked up, all my pals h8 me, all over a stupid boy, its pathetic really, but it hurts wen people call u a slappa n a slut n a bike!ive slit my rists a few times but i always end up with a stupid bandage! i hate life and and a certain big mouth i just want to die but i know that some people will miss me.please help me i dnt no what to do!!!!:(
24 Jun 2004   Ive totally fukked up, all my pals h8 me, all over a stupid boy, its pathetic really, but it hurts wen people call u a slappa n a slut n a bike!ive slit my rists a few times but i always end up with a stupid bandage! i hate life and and a certain big mouth i just want to die but i know that some people will miss me.please help me i dnt no what to do!!!!:(
24 Jun 2004 hardee harhar well if your are serious about it drink a cup of bleach! clorox brand even has different flavors!! but be warned my little suiciders: once you drink it theres no turning back! no cure, no hospital no docotr can stop the LETHAL effects bleach has on your system. BE WARNED! this is not intstantaneous...suicide by bleach is excrutiatingly painful and can last from 48 hours to two weeks. ever get bleach on your hands? ever notice its next to impossible to totaly wash it off?? once you drink the bleach it basicaly starts by eating its way outward. first it eats the lining of your stomache. VERY PAINFULL!!!this is a great way to kill yourself if you hate your parents!! especialy if they have mistreated you! the agony and suffering they will bare witness to will surely be worth it!! you will probably scream and writh so much you will lose your voice!! its great!! well once the bleach has disolved most of your inards its only a matter of time before you die. hey its like having a case of "invisible" ebola!! well kids drink up!!
24 Jun 2004 AlreadyDead Always look on the bright side of life!
Don't worry, be happy!
Laugh at depression !
If you kill yourself your parents will cry because a funeral is very expensive.
Drink a glass of urine to attain instant-enlightment today!
24 Jun 2004 LEE PITTS i'm not 13 I'm 28 but the feeling sare till the same. I am losing the love of my life, like so many other blokes of my age for years I pretended that i wnated to be one of the lads and that footbal was importrant and that i was more interesting that i actually am. I missed what was the ONLY really important things in my life and that was my fiance. I pussed her away, and now that it is coming to the crunch and I am starting to be honest with myself about my feelings I know that I love her more than life itself. I want to spend every wking moment with her, but becaus eof my own selfishness she now now longer wants to work at the relationship. we have been truyng but I can't help her get thpse feelongs back again. This is more that just a short relationship we have been together for 8 years. I am having to strat again and I cannot face it, when i sleep 'eventually' all i do is dream about being with her or losing her then I wake and it all starts again. I can't stop crying, and no matter what I tell my freinds I don't feel any better. I feel more than just loss, I feel dead inside, I can't eat properly and hate myslef more than I could ever imagine. I feel the loneliest person in the world and its sending me insane, although i put a front on at work.
24 Jun 2004 annie fill bathtub up with water,stab urself with knives jump in the tub with a hairdryer...
24 Jun 2004 casey i think that grow up should grow up themself if this site helps a suicidal person get it out and makes them feal better then why shouldent they tell us i found this site looking up how to commit suicide no im not suicidal im just doing school work so this site helps me asmuch as it may help the people here
24 Jun 2004 casey drown in a shallow mud puddle
23 Jun 2004 Bitter old Bastard Hello. First of all, I would like to say it seems like a lot of people who come to this site are fucking stupid. About 60% of you losers can't spell or write worth shit. It's annoying! Is it just Mouchette's site, or are people this dumb all over the web??? Anyway, I also notice that a bunch of you losers bitch about how bad your life is, as if that gives you an excuse to feel like shit and kill yourself. What about the people who just feel like shit all the time for no particular reason? Do they not have reason to kill themselves? They are mentally ill.
23 Jun 2004 lace Iv been thinking about suicide for so long, but i never go through with it. Im so unhappy in my life, im at college but i cant seem to get on with the work and even if i try so hard i always fail my exams. My mum always shouts at me, tells me im useless,and that im never at home, which is crap, i spend most of my time sat on the internet trying to find someone to talk to. Its not that i dont have friends, its quite the opposite, but non of them really understand how i feel, and mostly just tell me to get over it. My bf is unhappy because he thinks me being like this is somehow his fault. I cant stand to see him like it, and its tearing us apart. I drink alot, i sit on my own watching the television and just drink for hours. I dont want to die, its something that scares me more than anything, but i cant carry on living like this. I feel like living is making everyone else miserable, my mum cries all the time, and blames her own unhappyness on me. It really gets me down and i wish there was something i could do to stop me causing all this pain. Is suicide my only way out?
23 Jun 2004 dee I'm not 13, but I have been dealing with so many problems that I am ready to give up with life. What is so great about it anyways, i'm suffering right now. It's like when your grandma is so old and sick and she is suffereing, everyone knows in their minds that it is better for her to go so that she no longer suffers. That is how I feel. I feel like grandma. I am only 21, but i feel like I am 97. I do have the strength of a 21 year old, but my stress level and mind is like that 97 year old which wears down my strength to try. For the past 9 years I have been a FUCK up. I mean I have made so many wrong decisions that I just keep getting in trouble or pushed back with life. I hate it. I decided that after I get that call from my insurance company regardless of the result. I am going to do what I planned. I am ready. I am tired everyone telling me that I never learn. I tried to look at the good sides by reading the cards my girls and sister gave me for my graduation. It helps but not enough. I know they see potiential in me. But I don't. All I see is a fuck up. Someone who just makes the wrong decisions. So in 3 days I will finally be relieved from all the stress and suffering.
22 Jun 2004 Lindsay I feel the same way all of you feel. I know your pain and suffering and I am willing to talk about anything you want to. Add me to msn or email me at I am here for all of you. Feel free to talk to me, because you are not the only ones who need to talk.
22 Jun 2004 Lou Heavenly Climbing back up the birthing canal and pressing your face to the placenta, that which you have saved from birth, until your brain loses contact with oxygen. Of course this wouldn't work after thirteen, cause at thirteen the placenta disinegrates.

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