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?
11 May 2003 just a girl "Thank god for television!" is my quote for today.. as i woke to the inevitable and unbearable phenomenon of being, well, me... just a girl..
But of course waking at 3am in the morning does arise a certain feeling and/or thought, in this profound, yet slightly insane head of mine.. what to do? what on earth can i do with myself at an hour like this.. what pessimistic activity must i encounter in order for me to stay alive, for yet another day.. another obnoxious day in which i must find pointless deeds to be done to prevent me from wondering into my kitchen to find that handsomely large glistening knife.. which sits peacefully and patiently in mummy's drawer... waiting for me.
But at 3am?? what activity is present for a 16-year-old lonely, depressed, anorexic and suicidal girl such as myself to take part in.. no computer in site.. no kittens playing with bubble wrap.. no chocie biscutes to digest in the emaciated tummy which lies before me.. no lucy cortina stories to read!.. no noise.. no sound.. only the constant humming of the diluted thoughts running through my head..(oh my!) what to? do what to do?... and suddenly.. as my hand scrambled through my sheets to find an exit, (intending to head to that kitchen draw of mummy's) i came across a long, black mechanism... yes it was.. my tv remote.. "peep".. and to my delight a sudden glow entered my room.. "but wait! there's more..."
And as the sun came up this gloomey sunday morning (mother's day.. o yippee yay..) i had made it through another night watching danoz direct adds talk about the one and only.. 'abb-doer' (is there a boobie-doer too?) as the morning hours passed me by..
"Thank god for television!"
11 May 2003 Lucy Cortina Dear just a girl:

This site is wondefrul eh? Like a boobie love parlour. If you want to say anything, I am here :) Any naughty confessions u would like to make to auntie Cortina?
11 May 2003 April let's see.. don't do it . It's not worth it. I myself am 22 and I am thinking of it everyday and have tried but didn't accomplish anything. I have a friend who is 14 wanting to kill herself and I can`t find ways to help her.
11 May 2003 Harmeet (call me tools) cstrike A little contribution to the big black book of death... If you have read my earlier suggestion to commiting suicide, you would most likely think im a retard with some huge ass pyschological problems. Well, on the most part you are right, lol. I specifically have no intention of killing myself, even though up to this point in time life has treated me quite harshly, but hey life is never fair and you just have to deal with the problems that pass you by. To me, i'd have to say this whole site is a joke... the one person who has enough time to create a site on how to kill yourself not only needs to see a psychiatrist, but also needs a life, lol. So if you wanna suicide, and no matter what anyone else says you're going to do it anyways, don't put so much pressure on yourself. Don't cause yourself so much pain... Just use Carbon Monoxide and glue a note to your chest saying, "My parents never molested me enough!" Have Fun.
11 May 2003 Tatia hang yourself with cable wire.
11 May 2003 shannon I think most thirteen year olds probaly don't consider suicide. Actually when I was 13 I never thought about it because I used to be religious. But now I'm not and I'm 16 and considering suicide. My pain is too unbearable. People shouldn't talk about things they don't understand. Every morning I wake up and wish I didn't so today, May 10, 2003 I won't have to wake up ever again. I am a hopeless case, others should seek help.
10 May 2003 Killerbean My life sucks .. i juz wanted you to know that .. i have been trying to kill myself since i was 11 i think .. im 13 now .. im having some hard time killing myself .. i keep getting stopped by images of friends and .. well actually not family cause i hate every1 .. .. i need a quick way out .. juz a rope r smthing ... heres a thing for others .. i wont do it .. not yet anyway .. run into the police station .. start talking smthing about the world ending and start drawing a gun ... if they DO shoot you try to stick in there .. there is a 40 % change that you will live .. with the second bullet ... it goes down to 20 % .. 3. bullet 6 % and 4 bullet 2 % .. . any more .. and your dead for sure.. if u want buy a gun and take a couple of fuckers with you
10 May 2003 not Dear gay,

Let me tell you a little story. I had a normal life, what I thought was a kind and loving family. Then I got a medical condition that was difficult to diagnose and caused some strange symptoms. Well, without going into detail, somehow my family got the idea that I might be gay.

I'm a curious person, so I did not tell them I wasn't gay to see how they would react. I was the same person, didn't act gay in any way shape or form (because I am not) and didn't do or say anything that would "upset" a heterosexual person. Well do you know what happened?

In a few days they started to treat me
differently, acting mean. My dad stop referring to me by name and talking to me directly, just referring to me as "him". I had to fight to get someone to talk with me for 10 minutes whereas before I would have to cut conversations short.

So you know what I did. I didn't say anything for another week. You know what the behavior continued and members of my own family said things to me I couldn't believe.

Then you know what I realized? My family are a bunch of freakin BIGOTS. That me as a person is insignificant to what they "perceive" I am.

BIGOTS are the sum of the earth. If you are a bigot you are the slime that covers slime.

So one day I told my mom. Oh yeah, I am
not gay. Well hallelluyah (sp). Suddenly I am worth talking to. My jokes are "funny" again. My opinion matters.

But now I know the truth.
99.99% of the human population are Bigoted moronic fucks.

Sincerely
not "gay"
10 May 2003 Lucy Cortina Normally just before 6pm in the evening, my mum says to me:
"Lucy, I'm going to have a bath at six!" so that if I need the loo I could quickly go, before she used the bathroom to sit in her own filth - surrounded by bubbles - for 10 hours.
So it came as a shock yesterday when she said:
"Lucy, I'm going in the shed at six!"
Millions of horrific thoughts raced through my innocent brain at that precise moment. Thoughts like:
"Has she become a Victorian and now takes baths in a cast iron tub with carbolic soap, using the shed to spare her blushes?"
It will be more than my thick skin can stand if we have to start wearing lacy blouses and wearing skirts as long as the Eiffel tower. And have to sit in front of a coal fire sipping mint infused tea, saying "we are not amused" when a newsreader wearing makeup (i.e. - all of them) appears on the TV screen (which incidentally would be black and white, so god knows how we could tell makeup from the fuzz).
She was, infact, going to pot some new plants for her flowerbeds. I have explained to her before that gardening is a hobby for people who get to that stage in life where they.. well... no longer have a life.
My granddad once told me that, as a child, my mum used to sneak off into the shed with her mates for a quick cigarette, and he would see clouds of smoke emitting from the shed. As I know what a naughty woman my mum is, I went outside at 6pm to investigate my suspicions.
Sure enough, clouds of smoke were emitting from the shed! As I got closer, I could smell burning strawberry.
"Oh nooooo! Mum may have finally flipped and is murdering Dad's entire home-grown fruit and veg collection!" I thought.
Mum was annoyed last week because Dad seemed to be spending so much time playing Madonna records to his cabbages and sprouts in the garden, to try and get them to grow and reproduce (or whatever it is that cabbages and sprouts do, apart from make you fart). He had been playing Madonna's "Get Into The Groove" (what a perverted title for a song!) when Mum snapped, and ripped dad's favourite cabbage from the soil. She then proceeded to boil the cabbage in a pan - the screams of the poor cabby could be heard for miles around.
Anyway, back to the present - I feared opening the door to the shed, as I may have discovered my Mum gleefully covered in strawberry flesh, armed with a potato peeler.
Eventually I opened the door... to discover Mum sat in the corner, looking all dopey. She had what looked like a cigarette in her hand. But sticking out form the nub of the cig was... wait for it... a strawberry! It was all black and bubbly.
"Do youshhh wantsshh shuuuum?" 'asked' my mum.
Why, oh why, did I not commit suicide sooner? I ran back to the house screaming, and took out mum's vitamin C tablets, and shoved a load into my mouth.
Which is when I remembered the "cod-liver-oil-tablet-overdose" escapade. Noooo! I was going to end up like an orange! As if I don't already have enough orange-peel skin on my thighs...
10 May 2003 just a girl well mouchette.. i am very thankful for ur website.. although i must suggest, u should really change the name... UNDER 13? mmmm at least let the little kiddies have a childhood before we open them up to our hatred of life and love for suicide answers... perhaps change to... for teenagers? as most of ur readers are teenagers, not many under 13.. thank god.. but still i must thank you for ur website.. it has helped me in my dark times.. instead of crying in my room with my music so loud i didn't have to hear the rest of the world, wallowed in my self pity, i come here and read fabulous lucy cortina's wild stories.. so thank you lucy... by the way who are you? how old are you? and how have u managed to stay alive for this long? ... mouchette's website i'm guessing? and your boobies? who knows.. but still write back to me if u feel like a chat... im 16 yr old girl.. and just wanted to join in on ur fun.. oh and who is mouchette? byebye for now...
10 May 2003 Harmeet Well, start by sticking your foot in a toaster. Then turn it on and watch your foot burn. After that's done, cut your left arm off with a monkey wrench. Tie your right arm to your legs. Finally, Jump off a building doing 3 back flips into a pool of cement/quicksand - you pick.
10 May 2003 Maura You should hang outside the bar ask the drunkest person you can find to give you a ride home and on the entire ride either cover their eyes or bring a flash light and shine it in their eyes and make sure you do not wear a seat belt leave the windows fully opened also be sure to sit in the front seat... good luck =)
09 May 2003 PC oh floyd, i'm a fag too! isn't it hard for us? i mean seriously... being gay is not that much of a problem to me. it's just like i have a different haircut to everyone else.
09 May 2003 Rrose Sélavy http://www.art-bin.com/bilder/cuts.jpg

Brandish against your self-person the pointed comments of parental gas bags, graphite-clawed teachers with lively, turgid murmuring cunts and the stacked packs of randomly drawn bruise-and-tear substratum playmates manifested most corporeally as the metaphor of your kitchen's knife drawer. *cough, cough, cough*

BLACK LUNG INTERLUDE (enjoy the sonorous ululations of my orange phlegm rattling against the inflamed walls of my passed-gagged throat cavity)

With the aid of hara-kiri, as your alimentary tracts slither down your abdomen, Rorschach hemoglobules of splattered ink pressed between sheets of linen or lined notepaper may provide fruitful self-discovery or at least busy-work for distraction until safely through the passways of mortality.

"Cliiiiiiiiiimb in", is purportedly how the non-imposturing Charon will cheerily form his admonition, the whole two-cents bit being the last con on hapless schlemiels by predatory grifters adrift on and addicted to Lethe. Grow a long thumbnail with a spare on hand for popping the top off fresh heaped corpses and oblong boxes of overdone chicks done in under heat lamps. A quaff off the frothy top and let the rest reside spilled on the ground with the gravitationally collected residues, bits of grit and clear gristle buboes floating like overgrown corpuscles in the heady dregs of the chick's evacuated body abode. STAB, STAB, STAB, circumferentially perforate the neck pylons of the newly abused before every goddamn gimp floating around from methanated vent to methanated vent on a bat-wing umbrella drops in and skirmishes for the untorn, still tagged, unclaimed necrotic carbonated refreshment. What a chick is to the 12 FL OZ of terrestrian sweetened blood-guzzling POP! a wholesale corpse is to the hops and barley sloshed in an aluminum keg's tummy. *cough, cough, cough, cough, cough....*
08 May 2003 jesse i am 25 and since the age of 15 (i think) i have been contemplating suicide, almost each conscious moment when i was alone with myself. my reason is not unlike many here. mental retard, slow, introvert, ultra sensitive, humorless, no close friends, unbearably domineering father, depressed and desolate mother... my reasons for ending life were endless... for in my head it seemed that if i were to come out of the mess, anybody in the world can do anything they want.
i slashed my wrists once, wasn't deep enough, my brother saw me and stopped me for the time being with some admonisions and kind words (my brothers are one reason i want to live, and another is to see my mother happy) i was lucky that i got people who love me deeply too.
But the pain inside my head was unbearable. i turned to god. flipped a coin, and it said run away... i did.. came back... things became better... i went to college... slowly i came to realise how much vulnerable life is... i opened up my windows and saw everyone was just like me.. .afraid.. ashamed of something or the other... even the ones i had thought to be full of life and all so cool... a girl in my class comitted suicide... unable to bear the humilation of being a failure in 2nd year... what a poor waste i thought at the time... anyway everybody is going to die in the end so why the big hurry to do it now?...and then i realise that my wish to die has been tampered... that i want to live as long as possible... believe me when i say no one is really happy in their life all the time... some are mean and make others unhappy too... but then there are others who make it worth too... believe me when i say that god is within us... and there is one whole god who loves us as we are... create ur own happiness.
my recommendation for the perfect suicide is to let death knock at ur door first, coz anyway it is going to come one day. rest watever we think is in our heads and like neo in the matrix movie u can also come out of ur personal hell.
08 May 2003 Syndee well i was searching for an answer to this question. im not 13 im 16 and i have had a miserable life and i just wanna end it, im not fond of pain at all, i have tried to od on tylenol but it didnt work, i view life as one giant disappointment with moments of happiness, well with me its just disappointment. i really wanna end my life i have been thinking about it since i was like 10. i cant take it anymore, i find no point to life i have no one who would even care if i die. i have heard ppl say that anyone considering suicide is selfish well then i guess im selfish but u try to live 1 day in my life and then tell me how selfish i am if anyone knows an easy painless way to commit suide do me a favor and email me so i can just get my life over with...
08 May 2003 SheepSlayer if u wanna kill a baby (which u dont want to do) put them in a microwave and cook them to death!
08 May 2003 Claire Play with the plastic shopping bags Mother tells you not to play with, until you eventually get your head stuck. Leave it there and carry on breathing until you black out. Then you die.
08 May 2003 roseiras no idea
08 May 2003 activ death help ill kill you for free, just come to my house. i get to choose which weapon i want to kill you with. if im in a bad mood i may choose to kill you slow and painfully. but hey! its for free so you cant complain!

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