|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?
|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 firstname.lastname@example.org 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|
|10 Apr 2003||fuck you||go fuck yourself. you have no clue as to what it is to reach a point in your life when death seems to be a better option|
|10 Apr 2003||Mordre Mackellar||HAS ANYBODY EVER READ A BOOK CALLED "EXQUISITE CORPSE" WRITTEN BY ROBERT IRWIN???
AND HAS ANYONE SEEN HOW PERTURBEDLY EVOLVED BLOW-UP DOLLS HAVE BECOME THROUGH VISITING... REALDOLL.COM???
|10 Apr 2003||John Bonham||I can understand the thought of ending this life of mine, certainly thought of it a few times, life's a bitch sometimes and those sometimes when you're in it seems eternal. I feel as though I'm doomed, like I have a curse on me or I did some bad shit in a past life and I'm paying for it in this one.
The pain, frustration and helplessness I feel, undescribable. I must say I thank God for alcohol, don't always work but usually it does, or some exercise, bike ride, whatever, I try to change my mind set, one thing that helped is I typed in depression on my search engine and started reading all kinds of shit on depressive thinking, it's amazing how much my own mind plays a role in this drama and the funny thing is once I started to understand this, it was a lot easier. I still get down, suicide has flewn through my mind on occasions, much less serious than in my past, when I get really down to the point of no way I'm reading or doing any exercise I will get hammered, drunk, better than that fucking nightmare feeling of being in some eternal fucking pit, shit pit I should say and the next day I'm usually fine then I proceed to work out and do some reading or watch some good comedy shit, comedy with some cocktails will almost surely give a good temp solution on a bummer life feeling for me !
One last thing, I remember back many years ago when I was a lot younger, I had a rifle to my head loaded, cocked and ready to go, I had it right at my head with my finger on the trigger all I had to do was pull the trigger and this thought came over me, what if I did this and ended up in a after-life scenario, it was exactly like it is now only a hundred times worse, and if I shot myself in that life it sends me to another hundred times worse, hmmmmm, thought who knows, I have no clue what happens when we are dead here, do you, does anyone, no, no one does, I do not give a rat's ass what any religon or any psychic says, no one has came back with a description of the after life, if there is one, so I figured why take a chance, I think I'll just hang out and see what happens, I think this thought of maybe this could be the worst thing to do, it could be even worse after I exit here, hmmmmm, could end up like a real bad acid trip, seems how I liked the good ones I'll see how I can make this life a good one. I still find it hard at times to make the best of things but I'm always opened for new info, one thing that helped me be open to learning new ways was being sober for 5 plus years, I'm no longer sober by choice, I try to do what I can to get by, I'm starting to investigate people who seem to succeed in life, find their secrets cause I want money, hahahaha !
Anyway just thought I'd throw my 2 cents in, I really hope no one pulls the trigger, you may have a purpose here and you may not, just remember it could be worse on the other side, who knows ?
|10 Apr 2003||wayne||A gun straight to the cunting skull?.|
|10 Apr 2003||Riah Hilton||Lucy Cortina, I am Danny's mum. please contact me on icq #145614610.|
|09 Apr 2003||MrMystery||Staciey, aka sai, you're e-mail is full, I want to talk to you.
Here's my message to you:
"You say you are afraid of people, then why share your feelings on the internet, with 100's of 1000's of people online at all times.
I think inside you want to talk, and that you don't want to kill yourself. So I have an offer for you, talk to me and in return I'll tell you the best painful / not painful way to die.
Fair trade, give me a chance :) "
E-mail me: email@example.com
|09 Apr 2003||Carly||I attempted suicide and i'm only 13. I took an overdose od tylenol because I thought I didn't want to live anymore. I know that my life probably isn't as bad as some of yours but it sure is a lot for a 13 year old girl to handle. Things started to get bad for me since I entered seventh grade. I had boy troubles and the whole nine yards. Because of that I, mentally as a person, changed. I didn't like the way I was acting to my friends and everyone around me. I have a family that cares about me although some of you might not. When I was in the ambulance on my way to the hospital, I realize what a let down this would be for my friends and family. Some of you might not have a family who cares about you as much as I do, or they might you just think they don't. Still, that's no reason to kill yourself. God gave you a life of happiness, and even though you don't see that you will sooner or later in life. Every one was put on this earth to make a difference. Whether or not it's to have children or grandchildren who find a way to make world peace, you were still put here to make something of you selves and do it right. Don't abuse your life because you were in a bad place at a bad time. Get past that and move on. Believe me it's hard but you can do it! I STILL, to this day, think about killing myself but i know that things will get better for me and i can be the doctor I always wanted to be. Just please, take it from me, killing yourself is NOT the answer!!!!|
|08 Apr 2003||the new and improved billy the freak||wow! in my absence i have become a double agent. lucy, i believe has become a weapon of mass destruction, bush is the bad guy, saddam is the good guy, danny keaton will get his ass kicked if he says i have homosexual charm again. so what should i do? i'll do my best.|
|08 Apr 2003||MadMan||No serious, suicide is a bad thing to do. I knew wrist slitters, and pill poppers, and a guy that tried like 10 times! Okay.
You want to talk, then the best person to talk to is a stranger, but a nice one, not some crazy stalker dude. Just find some guy / girl online and just talk to them, most people are very nice an open online, and can help you deal with problems just by giving advice.
So gimmie a hollar if you need help, by the way, make the e-mail subject something with a key word like HELP, or TALK TO ME, all in uppercase, or I may discard it with the millions of junk mail I get.
Peace, live life to its fullest, and enough every moment even on the worst day of your life.
|08 Apr 2003||Clay||Inject a needle full of air. In five seconds you will be dead because your heart can't take it.|
|07 Apr 2003||Lucy Cortina||As I sat eating breakfast this morning - 1 sausage ad 2 boiled eggs (*oh!*) - I had a sudden, and shocking moment of fearful realisation. My inflatables (breasts, that is - what else?) are ENORMOUS. I have become accustomed to sellotaping two bin bags together as a bra fow a while now, yet this is not what I see when the modern singers of today perform on music shows, like Christina Aguilera. That's because she doesn't have a bra - she never wears any clothes.
I flicked through my copy of Spanking Digest, but found nothing. So I picked up my latest copy of Incontinence Weekly and spotted the page I was looking for:
"Psychic Pam - able to read the cosmic breastial powers, and tell you things about yourself that you already know".
The phone number was £50 a minute, but as I was depertae (and I can foward the bill to Super Secret Spy Sex), I tapped in the number on my phone.
The tones for each number are different, so to amuse myself I tried playing "Frere Jacques" on the keypad, when suddenly a stern voice yelled "I am not able to read your breasts at the moment, I am dealing with a client named Pamela Anderson". Here we go I thought, I will be on this phone waiting all day if she's reading Pammy's tits. A tune started playing on the phone. It was Britney Spears' hit "Baby one more time". I ran into the cupbord, grabbed my old school uniform and did the dance moves to this incredible work-of-art of-a-song. By the time the psychic answered the phone, I was sweating like a waterfall and my breasts had already shrunk 3 sizes. And it hit me! They only needed a little of the gas inside them releasing! I guess you could call them little "breast farts". And the dancing had helped the wind escape. So, my breasts have farted, and shrunk, all because of a Britney Spears record (It shocked me too!). I guess I better follow the wise one and book myself into a clinic as soon as possible. No tits = no career. Although Britney is the biggest tit I have ever seen, so I guess that's a contraception. I mean contradiction!
There's never a happy end to a happy ending!
|07 Apr 2003||frank||i'm sorry i ever came to this site... but now im so disturbed that i must comment on this. the best way to kill yourself if you are under 13?!?!?!? COME ON!!! 13 yr olds do not know the meaning of depressed. I WAS IN NAM! 15 OF MY ARMY BUDDIES WERE SHOT DOWN BY THE VIETKONG AND 25 MORE WERE BRUTALLY MURDERED IN THEIR SLEEP AND STUFFED DOWN A WELL! i am forever scarred by this but i am able to move on. i am haunted everyday by the visions of my friends dying... visions of others dying... i know some of you are seriously depressed and have problems... and suicide may be the only way out for you... but i mean 13????? i wasn't 19 when i was drafted for the war... 19 and i experienced more death than you can imagine...
I know it was my own free will to come here and i'm sorry for speaking out against your tortured pre-teen souls.
xXxRIP JOHNNY RIPxXx
|07 Apr 2003||darkness||okay.. so what i will tell.. i am 18 years old girl, and i think that my only choice is kill myself.. i cannot take this shit anymore!!! i'm so fucking sick of it.. life is not for me.. it's only hell, day after day.. well.. nobody knows me, and that's good.. and nobody wouldn't care if i die.. TODAY IS THAT DAY!!! I WILL END MY LIFE!!! that's all.. goodbye...|
|07 Apr 2003||Jayne||I'm actually almost 19, but i've been anorexic with severe depression for four years.. i tried to take an overdose when i was sixteen, but my parents found me. A little later i tried to slit my wrists but again, my mum walked in on me. I h8 life 2, i've had so much shit since i was a baby, everything else has just piled on top of it.. shit happens, all i can do is swim through it. There is one way to die that is possible at 13. Get a syringe a half fill it with air and water, then inject it into the vein in your neck or arm- i would suggest the neck- it will cause a little pain but isn't that worth it when it'll all be over soon?
The reason i haven't done it yet is because of my dad, but he is dying so once he's gone, i'll go 2.
we're not alone, but we may as well be.