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?
02 Apr 2003 staciey, aka sai im not 13, im almost 15 now tho it all started when i was 12. once i reached 14, that was when i really wanted to commit suicide and here i am... just 5 mins after my 3rd try. i want it to succeed right now. why is it so hard to just end my life? this time i want it to work. the fucked up bitch, what u said was almost my life as well, except ive got anthropophobia (fear of people), that was one of my triggers of wanting to die. i couldn't talk to any one; i was so afraid of them. i dont know why... it must have been a sickness i developed at an early age. this caused me to get no help whatsoever. i couldnt talk to anyone. and yet the person i loved most (my mother) made we worse and worse each day, because what i felt 4 her was not the same she had 4 me. she gave me no attention at all - zip, zero. and the thing that hurts the most is that she does it out of ignorance... she doesnt even know that shes doing it. this makes me so mad, and it makes me want to pay her back by making her feel quilty and regretful once she finds out that she caused my death. living with my dad helped me a little to gain my self esteem but after a while, my dad will go insane and say things like him wishing i was never born. god, i want to die so bad. here i am... surfing the web 4 the quickest and most pain free way to kill myself and i come upon this web site who specializes in suicidal advice. at first i thought my chances of finding a site like this would be slim. it would be ppl who were telling u the total opposite... commiting suicide is a wrong thing to do. FUCK THEM. dont they know how i feel? they have no idea what kind of hell im living through. sometimes its too late 4 help. and thats the truth. either way they are going to die. so whats the point of saving them this time and them dying the next? my depression is at a point of total destruction. its not my fault i was not loved, sometimes these things happen because the ppl who raised u were not healthy parents. ive tried everything i could. and nothing works. i know that this is the only way 4 me... to die. so give men some advice on the best and most painful way to kill oneself. i dont want to die slowly from a broken heart. right now, at the pit of my stomach and right where my heart is is something heavy weighing it down. it hurts so bad that its hard to breathe. i dont want to feel this pain any longer. my email is zomeout24@hotmail.com. i'll be needing all of your peeoples advice on this. and make please sure that it actually works... thnx
01 Apr 2003 Lucy Cortina INQUIRY INTO THE DEMISE OF "BILLY" AKA. TONY BLAIR:

He was indeed found slumped on the bathroom floor, surrounded by pill-bottles.
On closer inspection, the bottles were found to contain labelling of a suggestive nature: they were infact laxatives - 2 bottles of Ex-Lax, 2 bottles of Immodium plus, and one containing muscle growth powder.
This draws conclusion to the suspicions of many Americans, that indeed Bush *does* suffer from the fast-food binge-stick.
Billy had infact been ejected from George Dubya Bush's arse.
It does not, however, explain the reasons why Billy (Blair) leaped from the bathroom floor and proceeded to flap his arms like a chicken and yell "They're here! The weapons of mass destruction!"
We soon realised that he was not referring to Mrs SadMa'm Insane, who earlier this week had confessed, "I could tell you where my hubby's been hiding his weapon of mass destruction!"
He was infact referring to the 2 bulbous objects staring him in the face - my cleavage.
He escaped through the fire exit. Actually, he dived into the toilet.
We are tracking his movements using ultra-sensitive radar (a ribbed condom) and we believe he is currently residing in warm and moist Australian bush land (No, not Kylie Minogue or Nicole Kidman). We expect devastating fires to ignite anytime in the *coming* week.
The investigation continues...

Lucy Cortina, Agent 00 oh oh what a feeling! of the SSSS.
31 Mar 2003 sina Cumbersome, I like that word ;)
31 Mar 2003 Felicia Is a Lola I question myself about that once in the blue moon and wonder how these women ever handled their breasts? Back in the medieval times my relatives were more tribal. And a fig leaf was used for covering or whatever else it was used for. My tribal relatives used to have their bosoms hang all day and not have a care in the world. They would throw coconuts to whoever bothered them about their hanging casabas, and that would end the quarrel.
As with Britney, changing the subject, I have to give her credit for making extra money exposing her boobies, exploiting her light implanted belly button, and her no care attitude to shake her ass. I see a jealous woman, as myself, throw a speeding coconut, 98 miles per hour towards her. Justin Timberlake screams outloud, "Britney!! Duck!!" As the coconut barely grazes her, a Pepsi truck drives by, one mile north, the driver gets startled by the big thump at his door. Through nervous reaction, he swerves, hits a squirrel, and the truck falls into a ditch, which later rolls into the Atlantic ocean. All this and Britney only loses her credibility with Pepsi Cola and the rest is over...
...all because of a flying coconut.
31 Mar 2003 emily it doesn't matter if you'r 13 or of any age, really. unless you'r really old.. it's best to die of old age. over dosage isn't really the best way, because you can't really kill yourself. plus, when people find you, you'l get your stomach pumped and that'l hurt like hell, but OD is still good. because ther's a 50/50 chance of dying, and if you don't die, it's a call for help and people might actually help you get better. other than OD, the other best way of "killing yourself" is the next way of dying. Question: why do people want to die? because people hate them? they're depressed? they want to die because of the world right? well, what if you'r locked from the world. you're just in a room with 4 walls. that would be the next best solution, people. in a mental facility or some shit like that. yea.. pathetic i know. so i'm sorry... i don't really know what's the best way to kill yourself. and i need to know. i'm 13 and i'm suicidal. i can't think of any other way, so i'm going to OD tonight. Sunday 3/30/03
30 Mar 2003 Chris Previously I have written suicide ways which I frankly don't know why they have been put in the 'cruel jokes' section. Sometimes suicide is not necessary and it's better to kill the people bugging you than yourself. Here are...

Five Ways To Kill A Man

There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man
You can make him carry a plank of wood to the top of a hill and nail him to it.
To do this properly you require a crowd of people wearing sandles, a cock that crows, a cloak to dissect, a sponge, some vinegar and one man to hammer the nails home.

Or you can take a length of steel,
shaped and chased in a traditional way,
and attempt to pierce the metal cage he wears.
But for this you need white horses,
English trees, men with bows and arrows,
at least two flags, a prince, and a castle to hold your banquet in.

Dispensing with nobility, you may, if the wind allows
blow gas at him. But then you need
a mile of mud sliced through with ditches,
not to mention black boots, bomb craters,
more mud, a plague of rats, a dozen songs
and some round hats of steel.

In an age of aeroplanes, you may fly
miles above your victim and dispose of him by pressing one small switch. All you then require is an ocean to separate you, two systems of government, a nation's scientists, several factories, a psychopath and land that no one needs for several years.

These are, as I began, cumbersome ways
to kill a man. Simpler, direct, and much more neat is to see that he is living somewhere in the middle of the twentieth century, and leave him there.

If these Five ways are too complicated, suicide is the way......
30 Mar 2003 Kitty when i was 13 i fell down the last step from my exaulted place in the sun, so i hid in the basement, stopped talking and eating and remained so for some time. until they gave me amphetamines and for a year i was the happiest girl in the whole world . it's a wonderful feeling when you're going too fast to see beauty so all you can do is feel it. i'd go with hanging if i wasn't bent on bleeding to death
30 Mar 2003 freakkkk just be me. a fucking freak.
i found out my online b/f is gonna meet sum1 else now. leaves me with nothing but self harm and death.

I HATE LIFE.
30 Mar 2003 pedro i hate my existence, because i always hurt everyone who love me most. especially a girl called teresa who came to my life 3 years and a half ago, and she was the best opportunity i had in my life, and i hurt her really bad in her feelings, and now everything is lost. now i really hate my own being because i can't offer love to anyone. i tried suicide 3 times "fell off from a second floor, under a big dose of katamin and many sleeping pills , and a gram of heroin". unfortunately i always escaped myself from death.. i often cut myself to prove me that i can do it ..... next time i decided to put a rope around under a large dose of "serenal" to give me the guts i need to do it. it is an horror to live with the idea that you throw to the garbage the best chances of your life ... good bye teresa
29 Mar 2003 Ashley I have tried to kill myself so many times its all become one big game that never ends. I tried slitting my wrists, overdose on drugs, and lots of other shit that doesn't work for me. My advice to anyone and everyone is to do whatever you want and DO NOT let anyone talk you out of it.
29 Mar 2003 Lucy Cortina Warm bosoms, I quite agree. That's why the likes of Fakey Britney Spears are such cold-harted bitches, you don't get the same guarantee when you shove pieces of cold slimey chicken into your goods.
Warm-blooded, warm-breasted, and a whole lotta ass :)
29 Mar 2003 ariana all you who say that if we don't want to feel pain, we shouldn't commit suicide... you don't know what u're talking about! i hate the fucking pain, which is why i wanna die. i've tried a couple times and everytime i fail. tylenol doesn't work... i took a bottle before going to bed and woke up at like 3am barfing... so it was pointless and all it did was last me in the fuckin hospital with people telling me my life will get better, blah blah blah. i've been telling myself that life will get better for the past 3 years. and does it ever? of course not. i'm sick of this shit and i'm sick of trying to convince myself it'll get better.
28 Mar 2003 Sophia Tedman Salut mouchette :
I'm not sure why I wrote, and I don't care how many people read it. I don't think suicide is a good answer, but I don't currently have a better one.
Au fait, comment ├ža se fait que tu parles deux langues? Moi je suis anglaise mais je vis en France depuis 8 ans. It is possible that reading messages on this site will stop people from commiting suicide - for a while anyway - I certainly feel better - less abnormal - reading messages from people who are like me, desperate, miserable, and at least no one laughts at me.
Bisous
28 Mar 2003 SHELLI TO ALL THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE EVEN GIVEN IT A THOUGHT, STOP, TAKE A STEP BACK AND LOOK AROUND, EVERYTHING MAY SEEM UNBEARABLE BUT IT WILL GET BETTER TRUST ME. I THOUGHT A BOTTLE OF PRESCRIPTION PILLS WOULD DO, BUT NO IT DIDN'T, AND I AM GLAD IT DIDN'T, BECAUSE I REALIZE NOW WHAT I WOULD HAVE MISSED OUT ON. I HAVE THREE YOUNGER SIBLINGS AND THERE A REMINDER EVERYDAY WHY I'M GLAD THOSE PILLS DIDN'T TAKE MY LIFE. I WAS 17 AT THE TIME I TRIED, I'M NOW 22, DO I STILL THINK ABOUT IT HELL YEAH, BUT WOULD I EVER, HELL NO, WHY BECAUSE I THINK ABOUT HOW IT WOULD HURT MY LITTLE SISTER IF I WERE GONE. JUST TRY AND FIND THAT ONE THING THAT YOU ARE HAPPY ABOUT, DRAWING, SPORTS, FAMILY, A FRIEND, AND WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE YOU CAN'T GO ON ANY LONGER, GO TO THAT ONE THING YOU DO CARE ABOUT AND YOU'LL BE GLAD YOU DID. I DO THIS ONCE A DAY, BUT ALL I NEED TO DO IS PICK UP MY SKETCH BOOK AND DRAW, OR HAVE A TALK WITH MY YOUNGER SISTER, AND I KNOW I'M ON MY WAY TO BEING OKAY.
28 Mar 2003 nono le hool's (tm) Just being 13.
That's it.
28 Mar 2003 iza what can a gal do, when she doesn't want to live anymore and doesn't want to hurt her family by comitting a suicide?
i know that my mother would blame herself if i'd kill myself and she would be even worse than she is now.
but what if i make it look like an accident? i just wish that someone would kill me, so i wouldn't have to make that decision. and i'm afraid, but i just can't live this life anymore because i'm freakin out day by day. why the hell do i have to have such bad luck????????????
god please help me get out of this black hole that i'm in!!!!
sorry u had to read this. it probably didn't help anyway
i m so annoying right now i am really really horrible.
crt rada te mam
28 Mar 2003 word bird I can't believe anyone would blame YOU for perpetuating suicide. HA! I've seen more f***** up things than this online. What's the problem?
28 Mar 2003 Felicia Three cheers to all human-kind, Lucy! The driving force of the key to happiness are warm bosoms along with a warm heart!
28 Mar 2003 Marius Mackellar Where are you wounded girls, with bruised faces and blackened eyes?
Break open your glass doors, welcome the whirling debris...
Carve your name there in the marble and concrete.
Kill idiot violence, punish greed, punish me. Run naked through the streets stabbing bloody eyes and scream. i pray for you murderous,
i pray for you well-honed and clean. i pray for you any way your violent nature needs you to be... And i praise your name.
i praise the taste of the word on my tongue, and i praise your righteous, rising hate. i praise your soft lips, and i praise your revenge.
i praise your tenderness and your skin, and i praise your pure, uncorruptible pain.
i like you like this, lying there on your side. i praise the scars on your body, and i praise your black mirrored eyes.
You're Glorious!
So rise above the garbage. Leave me where i fall.
Rise above the wreckage.
Kill anything that walks.

Free from your past, free of your future too, there's nothing left to rise above but you.
Show me your ocean red, kiss the scars that stain my neck, drug me with insights untrue.
But i own a photograph, you lie there naked on your back, safe in a stone house on the sea.
There's nothing true and nothing's real, but i remember one clear feeling, warmth beside your gentle company.
When i lay dying upon some bed, i hope that you'll remember this:
the only one i want to see is You.
~AnGeL Of LiGhT
28 Mar 2003 amanda drive ur hotwheels into a tree

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