|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?
|14 Apr 2003||Sara Marie||Asphixiation|
|14 Apr 2003||dan||i have take 40 sleeping pills, that did not work. I sat in my garage with the car running for 3 hours, that did not work. I jumped off a bridge....but the damn water was to high...it didn't work either. The only true, painless, and quick way; I believe, is a gun to the head. Preferably a 357 magnum.|
|14 Apr 2003||Mr Mystery||Hey everyone, I've been getting a few responses for help, that's great.
If you want to talk, or just have someone to tell your story to and give advice, give me an e-mail.
|14 Apr 2003||Cameleopard||To pose nude for a mafia-operated Ukrainian kinder porn site. I killed myself in similar fashion three times and rolled away a richer girl for having done it. In Japanese magazines I was regaled, oggled and feasted upon, highly esteemed especially for my second performance (my first fully post-mortem) where I purportedly "lost the cheeky rose blooms and discomfit posturing" (Yamasaki, 1997), though the luster had worn away for the third shoot, in which I "lost all momentum, posed stiffly with cataract eyes contemplating other misdeeds" (Yamasaki, 1998).
Sadly, ordering the Ukraine to be delivered via mailorder is not yet possible and the packaging is as yet unwieldy - bulky with extraneous pointed edges begging to be snagged on skin, clothing and other nations. On the upside there are numerous outlets offering the Ukraine at fair discounts and it is most certainly true the product is potently lethal, immediately inhibiting inhalation post-splaying before the unscrupulous instruments of its execution.
|14 Apr 2003||dead||Drugs could fail, leaving you with serious side effects for life. Cutting your wrists or hanging takes too long, and isn't very effective. More likely to get you in a psych ward. Gas is the way to go. Not explosive gas that could hurt others, and not carbon monoxide from a car (takes too long). Any gas that displaces oxygen will kill you quickly, but you have to seal the bag around your head so it won't fall off when you pass out (or fill an entire room, which could hurt others when they find you). Best of luck to us all. I'll meet you on the other side.
|14 Apr 2003||mark||Hey, life is a journey. We all have a personal legend that we can follow if we choose to. Most people don't want to deal with finding out the truth of life because it can be scary. The truth is the scariest thing for everybody. The truth that i'm talking about has nothing to do with what kind of person you are, if others like you, etc. The only truth that makes sense is that there is no good and bad in the world. Only our judgments make things good or bad. One of the greatest ones is that no one else has any power over our lives. We are the only ones who can decide to do or feel anything. We have just grown up in a society that has approved blaming other people for our unhappiness. We are the ones in control of our lives. It is hard to admit it, it is easier to just blame others for our shortcomings and unhappiness than to persuing what we really desire. It is ourselves that make life look impossible, not anyone else. If you would like to find out more about living life in a whole different way, e mail me. I support you in what ever it is that you want, because any dream or desire you have is open for your taking. Thanks for reading what i wrote. I am going to be in the Colorado area next year so talk to me. maybe we can go play in the snow. --Mark|
|13 Apr 2003||nomeD cilegnA|| FOREVER YOURS
Rise up from the river,
rise up in your grave,
rise up from your prison cell,
rise up inside your rage.
Release your hatred,
and release your grief...
give them to me.
Hide your face from the camera,
hide your skin beneath my touch.
Close the door to your bedroom,
close the eyes i Love to watch.
Show us the reason
revenge is the key...
then take it on me.
Now the yellow light's still bleeding
deep beneath your warm red sea.
Still silent in the soft black room,
your naked body kneels.
So hold me beneath a river
that is flooded with your pain...
then drown me.
i am just your servant
that swallows down your hook.
No God would dare replenish
the life or joy i took.
And i am the faceless Angel
who Lives through your allure...
there is no cure.
So rise up for the slaughter,
rise up from your muddy lake.
Rise up with your arms outstretched
and hold me while i beg.
My mouth it tastes like honey,
because you live on within my skull.
Now let me go...
And i shall be Forever Yours.
~AnGeL Of LiGhT
|13 Apr 2003||Lucy Cortina||Billy, I like the style of your quotation marks better than mine. Where did you get them? Why can't I have any?
it's ok for you, you can just have a little implant to give yourself tits if you wanted to. No one cares for girls wanting quotation marks. Hmmphh!
Oh, my latest mission, by the way, is to investigate the theft of Britney Spears' breast implants (god forbid!), and the theft of Kylie Minogue's underwear collection. There was also mention of an attempted raid on Christina Aguilera's mansion. I think someone wsas trying to steal her makeup collection. She wears so much of it that it is worth billions, as she only buys in bulk.
I will inform you all of the results. Well, I suspect the results would be that Christina would never leave the house again. Britney would use a ballon pump to fill her fakie-less tits with air, and Kylie would just wear no underwear. Which some people might like...
|12 Apr 2003||Mr Mystery||STORY
One day (let's call him Bill, he's about 6 feet tall, and has brown hair and eyes, in his early 20's, and is slightly balding) Bill was walking on the street and decided to go buy a few things at the store. After browsing the aisles for a while he was finally done. He had purchased.. oh let's say, 8 bottles of tylenol, a 8 foot rope, a new set of kitchen knives and.. nah that's it.
Bill then decided to head home, where he was then approached by a shadowy figure, a man. The man asked Bill why he bought all those things, Bill had no answer. The man then opened the knife set, and the pills. The man then forced Bill into eating all 8 bottles then tied a noose in the rope, and hung it up outside on the porch. The man then stabbed Bill in the stomach and hung him up right in the center of the porch, outside.
When the neighbors were asked who did this, they described a man, he's about 6 feet tall, and has brown hair and eyes, in his early 20's.
|12 Apr 2003||Lucy Cortina||Why do people want to contact me???
You can't stop me now, I'm going to have a breast reduction!
Oh god, a man in a red suit is staring at me.
"Step away from the operating table..." he says.
Is it too late? Tune in next week to find out! What happens to Lucy's breasts?
|12 Apr 2003||Raija||Lucy Cortina, please email me.I am Danny Keaton's mum. I need to talk to you.|
|12 Apr 2003||lotr||Find a person you know who wants to die, and had hunting skills. Then get them to blow your head off and then they can do it to themself.|
|12 Apr 2003||CHILD FUCK UP!||The way i tried was slitting my wrist but that didn't work so then i tried pills and that didn't work so the best way is this......
1. get a rope
2. the tie the rope to the stirdious thing in your house (or wherever)
3. then name all the people that did your life wrong or that you hate
4.then staple that note to your stomach
5. then hang or self and within 6 min. you will be dead
|12 Apr 2003||Jason Insane||Dangling by a rope by ur feet in a tank of water... feels like ur drowing (also handcuff ur hands so NO temptation)|
|11 Apr 2003||Chris Perez/Sick boy||Take ten nighquils. then sleep away. YAY!
and don't forget to dream of sex.
|11 Apr 2003||billy the freak||i met jerry garcia, well, he was really a bum who looked like jerry garcia, i mean play the guitar, strung out on drugs, and everything type dude. i saw him in the park with a small crowd around him, and nothing attracts a crowd like a crowd, so, i went over to watch him play and maybe drop a dollar in his ratty old guitar case. witnessing the spectacle i was blown off my feet, i could swear he was the man himself if i didn't know jerry died of a drug overdose about ten years ago.
his long stringy uncombed hair was pulled back in a ponytail. his beard was long as well, however he did keep that trimmed up well, probably to keep it from matting. he wore a blue pocket t-shirt and a pair of ripped up levi's. he was barefoot on the grass, but had a pair of sandals near his guitar case. and to top it all off his glasses were tinted blue. spitting image i tell you. he played a couple songs by eric clapton, tom petty, some johnny cash; you know stuff that sounds good acoustic without a band. i had to admit the man had talent. then he did it; he played touch of gray. when he sung out the words, i will get by, i will survive. i was hooked; i wanted to know this man.
when he finished the song he thanked the crowd (which was much larger now then when I first came over) for their admiration. he then proceeded to pack his gear; he slipped on his sandals and was out. i was going to get on my way at first but, desire overtook me, i ran across the park to catch up with him. when i caught up with him the only thing i could think of to say was hey.
he turned around and said what.
i was so taken by your performance i forgot to put this in your case. i pulled a five out my wallet and handed it to him. he turned around and kept walking. instinct told me to go, but, but jerry...
did you hear what i said man, this is yours. i said.
i dont want it. he replied rather sternly.
you accepted all that money from them people back there, whats wrong with my money, huh? not really understanding fully, my emotions raged. And I started get stern back.
listen pal. he said. when im playing my guitar and singing i go somewhere else, on a mental level, and when i come back, there is money in my guitar case. i dont know how it got there, but i appreciate every thin dime, thank the lord. i dont accept hand outs.
you know damn well how it got there. i said. people who watch you and like what they see and hear pay you because they are entertained. i softened up when i thought of his performance. if you dont let me give you this, let me take you to lunch.
why wont you leave me alone? he asked.
because everyone has a story, i want to hear yours. my reply must have freaked him out because he took a long hard stare at me. like nobody ever asked him what his story was before. sure he looked like jerry garcia, played the guitar, and sings, but thats not all, i know.
what are you? he asked. i bet you're some college student trying to interview vagrants.
no man. i said. i am simply trying to reward you for your talents. he started to laugh.
talents he said. dont make me laugh. well since you are being so persistent you can buy me a coffee at the coffeehouse in the train station. we can talk some there. i got to wait for my bus.
i agreed with his request and got excited that was actually going to get to talk to him. when we got to the train station it was packed and there was hardly any room to sit at the coffeehouse. when we did find a seat i asked him where he was going.
san fran my man then blew out a big breath of air that maid his cheeks expand. you going to get some coffee? he asked.
sure i said. what would you like?
regular black, is cool he said.
you got it. i said and took off towards the counter. there was a pretty long line so i must have waited a good six or seven minutes before i was served. then i took his regular black and my expresso back to the table. to my surprise, but yet not so suprisingly jerry was gone. all that was there was a five-dollar bill and a note that said: coffee's on me. then over the intercom i heard a man say last call for twenty-three thirty seven san francisco. i picked up the five and let the coffee sit. when i left the train station there was a short lady with a bucket ringing a bell for donations to the salvation army, i stuck the five in her bucket.
bless you my child she said as she smiled.
i walked pretty much thoughtless, but broken hearted to my car three blocks away. the mind and the heart have a way of working against each other and it can make one distraught. when i got in and turned the ignition the radio came to life with it. it was the grateful dead playing touch of grey the live version and the real jerry was singing his heart out. then i thought, i will get by, i will survive.
|11 Apr 2003||Red to Black||How do I get my e-mail off here ?
Change my name from red to black ????
Mouchette's answer: send a mail to email@example.com and say exactly what you want off the suicide board and I will do it for you.
|11 Apr 2003||Penny||'Today is the greatest day i've ever known' Good old Smashing Pumpkins huh? That song used to make me smile, just that one line. But now, it just makes me want to cry. Infact, i skip to number 6 'Disarm' and then i cry some more. It`s like everything i feel all in one song, one pre packaged ball of emotion. It pulls everything to the surface of me, i've never felt so low. Everything is so black and empty inside me, it feels just like someone has ripped out my heart and everything i used to be. And do you know what, i don't even know why. There's no big event that`s scared me for life, i don't hate myself. I'm just tired now.|
|11 Apr 2003||Danielle||This site is so disgusting. I am a 13 year old, and never once considered killing myself in these sick sick ways you people come up with!!!! You are all nasty ignorante beings that should all die and go to hell!!!!|
|11 Apr 2003||Raija||Lucy Cortina, Please contact me. I am Danny Keaton's mum.My ICQ # is 145614610|