|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?
|20 Mar 2003||SmallTown,MN||I'm 15 years old i live in small town usa i guess u would call it that i have a lot of friends but they all make me mad. i don't know why i wanna kill myself i just know that i'm sick of living and i don't wanna wake up tomorow. i'm sick of school and of sports i just wanna die|
|20 Mar 2003||Lucy Cortina||Idiot - I've never been serious about killing MYself, I dunno about the others. But if I need to read another post like yours, I probably will be.|
|20 Mar 2003||Sophia Tedman||I don't think age really matters. The idea is to end it all. I am afraid of being in pain or missing, but luckily i live near a river, and in winter it gets really cold : I am hesitating between :
1- buying some kind of anestaetic, taking it and sleeping outside when it has snowed (I read that in a book somewhere)
or 2-jumping in the river during winter with a stone tied to my feet and passing out with a wad of chloroform. I am so deseparate, that if by my 18th birthday, my life has not changed for the better, I will kill myself. The only thing that keeps me hanging on is my parents, but I can't continue like this forever.
|19 Mar 2003||july||la meilleure forme de suicide pourrait être le couteau de cuisine integré à un scalpel qui pourrait leur permettre de se trancher et la gorge et l'entre cuisse pour être sûr que la mort sera rapide avec une vidange directe des artères....|
|19 Mar 2003||julien||Aller a Disneyland , aller embrasser les grosses peluches qui parcourent le site et choisir Baloo l'ours qui en te serrant dans ses bras va t'étouffer en lui montrant que tu es très content d'être avec lui.|
|19 Mar 2003||idiot||you guys can't be serious suicide is the most stupidest thing you could ever do I try suicide but i didn't suckseed and i'm happy about that you can't use that to get out of things butt if you are in tent on killing your self then take a bottle of tilenal it will!!! kill you.|
|18 Mar 2003||Lucy Cortina||What if I decide to rent my boobs, Danny?
I was faxed earlier today from Sadham Insane requesting the purchase of atomic weapons. He needs them as protection. I hope agent Billy succeeds soon. My mind is all cofuzzled as to what to do.
To rent, or not to rent, that is the question.
Although, didn't they say Shakespare was gay? Damn, that cancels out asking him for breastial advice.
Meanwhile I've been observing movements within Buckingham palace. Prince Charles' aide has resigned following an internal probe. He used to perform duties such as squeezing the prince's toothpase onto a brush for him.
I asked Charles if he could add further to the situation.
He's unavailable for comment.
Because he's stuck on the toilet, waiting for someone to come and wipe his ass.
|18 Mar 2003||Sia Aryaifirstname.lastname@example.org||.REFLECTIONS OF A YOUNG WOMAN WITHIN THE REACH OF BALANCE.
i am the only being whose doom
No tongue would ask, no eye should mourn;
i never caused a thought of gloom,
a smile of joy since i was borne.
In secret pleasure, secret tears,
this changlings life has slipped away;
as friendless after twenty years,
as lone as on my natal day.
There have been times i could not face
there have been times when this was drear
when my sad soul forgot its place
and longed for one to Love me here.
But those were in the early glow
of feelings since subdued by care,
and they have died so long ago;
these rotted clothes which i still wear.
First melted off the hope of youth,
then fancy's rainbow soon withdrew,
and then experience told me truth
in mortal bosoms rarely grew.
'Twas grief enough to think mankind
so hollow, servile, insincere...
but worse to trust to my own mind
and find the same corruption here.
|18 Mar 2003||Chris||Sharpen two pencils very sharply, stick one in each nostril and bang your fuckin head on something hard. the pencils will just shoot up into your head and you'll be dead in seconds but be careful: if you don't make it proper it might hurt!!|
|18 Mar 2003||philippe||euu.. le pragmatique dit: du ritalin pour la vie de tous les jours et l'école.|
|18 Mar 2003||mit reject||i am going to be eighteen in two weeks, although i don't think i will make it there. ever since i wanted to become an engineer, i have had my heart set on MIT, in Cambridge, MA. now, i find out i am yet another reject. one who is not good enough to join their suicidal troup. je mourrai. je suis rien. c'est tout. this was my dream. now, that dream is shattered. i don't know what to think, what to feel, to cry or to ignore it. i am going to od on some diet pills. i can't even diet right, that's how much of a fuck up i am. je suis bete comme chou. oui, oui, oui. i don't deserve anything. hopefully, i'll have a heart attack, if not, i'll just throw myself in front of passing cars at lacrosse practice. bien idee. adieu, adieu, mes amis. bonne chance!|
|15 Mar 2003||Danny Keaton||..continued...
we have our top agent, Billy, disguised as Tony Blair, carefully working his homosexual charms on BUSH (which is not as easy as it may sound). Well, he's been stuck up BUSH's arse for long enough now, anyway.
Daniel Keaton of the SSSS, the biggest branch of Infostream.Inc.
|15 Mar 2003||Danny Keaton||Dr Kildare, Lucy, is currently busy on an important project.
Our Infostream scientist, known as Herbert Egg, has been developing and refining his new invention the "boob-bomb" (not to be confused with the "Sex-bomb"). Undoubtedly YOU, Lucy, will be first in line to test out this wonderful, er, accessory.
Herbert had the gruelling task of placing boob-bomb bras on the chests of our model agents, and so your problem was overlooked, Lucy.
But never fear - we shall send someone as soon as we can. Your breasts are Infostream's biggest "assets" to the agency in all my 26 years of being an SSSS agent. They will be saved, like Iraq, you can count on that. Well, unless of course our arch-nemesis "BUSH" cannot be stopped.
|15 Mar 2003||julie||I think this is stupid... what if kids really want to kill themselves and they do these stupid things... then how are you going to feel??|
|15 Mar 2003||Felicia||The candle light setting was romantic. The lighting in the restaurant was extremely cozy as the melodic tunes of "Alfie" played on the Steinway piano. There was "Mr. Blue Eyes" looking straight at me. His eyes were the bluest of bluest. That night, the food tasted exquisitely delicious. My choice of Alfredo Fettucini had a slight taste of the best creamy cheese in the world made from the freshest ingredients (no commercial pun intended). The olive oil served with the bread was absolutely, positively delicious! The picked portabella mushrooms served with a hint of endives was a compliment in the meal itself. For dessert, the Tiramisu and the espresso coffee was the icing on the cake. Staring at "Mr. Blue Eyes" was more exciting. Reese, finally popped the bottle of Champagne as the moon hit my eye like a big pizza pie. "Oops!" He said. "I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking!" Gently cupping the left side of my eye, Reese (Mr. Blue Eyes) spoke to me in calm-like fashion, and wrapped the champagne ice from the bucket, in the red linen cloth, and covered my left eye. An hour later after the incident, we slowed dance to the soft piano music playing. Dancing next to us was a handsome couple who had years behind them. The night was young, and the moon was full. The stars winked brightly in the night sky.
It made me think that at 14, I was glad that I didn't swallow those iron pills.
-Not the end-
|15 Mar 2003||greg||jumping off a cliff|
|14 Mar 2003||Lucy Cortina||Well Danny, what can I say? My bra is certainly so big that you could string it all around the streets of Rome. I've faxed Mission Control about the alarming growth rate of my boobs, but they ignore the issue - they refused to send Dr. Kildare to inspect my problem.
As for Mission Vixy, well, when the vicars see my huge inflatables tumbling down the hill, they will think it's the second coming of Jesus and flee.
Jesus never did approve of nakedness. As we all know...
|14 Mar 2003||Inostus Mackellar||TO SEE THE WORLD THROUGH AN UNBURIED EYE
one second burns for a billion years/and time is relative/and light is physical/we feel your body/we feed your feelings/we see the eye of god blink through the citadel/and in your hands time was made/and through our breathing we'll erase it/and you can see forever/before love and hate/as space is lost/behind the universe/and in your mind hell was made/and through our breeding/we'll populate it/and you can feel forever/before faith and fear/and we will fall right through the walls/of this place where we are chained/right into the open mouth of the great annihilator...///... ~m.gira
|14 Mar 2003||Michael Mackellar||SYMPARANECROMENIAN CATASTROPHES. VOL.4
~THE DARKROOM SEARCH~ They say that Love makes us blind, and by this they explain the phenomenon. In case a man going into a darkening room to fetch something were to reply to my advice that he carry a torch by saying, "The Thing i am seeking is only a mere trifle, therefore i wield no torch." ...Ah, then i could understand him quite perfectly. On the other hand, when the same man takes me aside and confides to me in a mysterious manner that the thing he went to fetch was of unutterably remarkable importance, and therefore he could manage to do it blindly... i wonder how my poor mortal head might be able to follow the high flight of his speech. Even if only for fear of offending him i might refrain from laughter, as soon as his back was turned my head would explode with it.
But at Love... Nobody laughs.
Save the Gods.
~Pray your Gods who hold you by your Fear/for they are quick and ruthless punishers/Or lay upon my alter now your Love/i fear my Time is short/there are Armies moving close/be Quick, My Love.
Is it that we Fear the Pain of death... or could it be we Fear the Joy of Life??
|14 Mar 2003||Anti-Climaxicus|| What is with all the... marvelously insightless email messages from David Still?? Being in possession of so magically vague a sense of dialect; such an exhalted degree of insensibility... Surely He basks within some rare strain of mutant-contemporal evolution of Mind, which we "common discontents" dare only Dream about.
David Still should certainly be revered! ~And so He shall... My very own personal Disjecta Membrae Still-Life Dia!!
Some people say he has a death wish
trouble is he is Dying to agree
Let's not ask too many questions
it has nothing to do with you or me
He remembers a time where even going home was sweet... Now he can't feel the ground under his feet
Inside the dresser by the window
Something he hides beside the bed
Living in oblivion can't be easy
some things are better left unsaid
He remembers a time before the Vacance got so deep... Where he found far more safe to Sleep.