|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?
|30 Dec 2002||Lucy Cortina||I wouldn't allow anyone aboard my boobies, Felicia, they are protected by the Wildlife Trust.
That and a super strong metallic bra.
Suddenly Austin Powers comes to mind -"You have the right to remain sexy".
Which indeed I do. And that could not happen with things dangling from the end of my bosoms.
But feel free to scale the heights of Billy's tower. There may be a Rapunzel at the very top of it.
|30 Dec 2002||Felicia - Your Guardian Angel||What is the best way to kill yourself when you're under 13? What is the best way to kill yourself when you are 25, 35, or 59 years of age? My advice, don't try. I myself have tried to commit suicide with Geritol pills at age 14, but something was holding me back. In a span of five minutes, my parents knocked on the door to check up on me. Feeling foolish, I spat the pills out. Down the road of life, which was soon extended after I spat out the pills, I've seen people kill themselves for pure enjoyment to get back at the world, to die because life was an unjust cause and they rather not live in it. To be brutally honest, there was some people that I knew who were convinced to do themselves in, and I didn't care. I labeled them as messed up, drugged out, or "demonically possessed" to some degree, but after they attempted it, I felt lost. For some reason, these people did matter to me. The cause of them killing themselves was usually over the main reason, rejection over a guy or a girl, an abusive parent or sibling, drug usage, a lost loved one, or the worst enemy, money. In talking about this, lately I felt like doing myself almost a week ago over the rejection of two men. But I ask myself, "Why?" I keep telling myself this that no guy or girl is worth your time if they treat you like crap or never give you the time of day. Does it hurt them that they left you? Sometimes, but who cares what they think? We're focusing on you and me. Let's continue. I went back in time I witnessed my best friend's brother kill himself slowly with alcohol or distilled spirits over his ex-wife. I saw him lying on the hospital bed with his eyes open, laying dormant and stiff in a vegetative state. Surrounding him were his family and friends. My best friend told me "if only" she could have spent more time with her brother and shared her drawings of Palm Trees with him again. I'm not joking. They both loved Palm Trees and paintings of them, but unfortunately it was too late. I sat in the lobby seeing all the relatives cry and friends, true friends of him. Did I burst out in tears with the rest of them? No. I hardly knew the guy. But underneath, I felt the sufferring, the harshness of someone killing themself slowly. What was worst was seeing everybody, especially my best friend crying incessantly, and singing songs my best friend's brother wrote. Everybody was anticipating the outcome of this musician. There were incidences that I heard from the doctor that my best friend's brother was bleeding from the lungs and losing his liver. His inner organs were damaged. Did it bring satisfaction? No. It hurt knowing that someone I hardly knew was clinging on for dear life and I couldn't do anything about it. That's when I began to care. My best friend's brother died seven days later. That was a week after Thanksgiving in 1999. It didn't make me feel good. It haunts me to this day. Just last year again, my best friend's second brother committed suicide by hanging self by a noose over a girl. What's this? Another escape? No it's not. It leaves others like myself and my best friend wreathing in pain after a death was unnecessarily committed. While you sit there with that knife, that noose, or those pills, or even a razor blade, you're not only killing yourself. You are also killing everybody that you love or those that love you. That's why you and I need to think! Just think first! As we lay on our beds and start breathing, even though the pain in our chest and our body aches from the deep hurt we must live. Before you decide to take your life, come back to this website and send an email before contemplating your own destiny. The mouchette.org/suicide people will try their best to respond or give a few words. Or give someone you love a hug. If no one is around you to give you a hug, hug your lap top or computer, because the other person behind the wire that wrote this is me. I am real and I am not phony. If I feel a sudden force of warmnest, I know it is you. Just know that you are loved at this very moment.|
|29 Dec 2002||The Cheeky Girls||Come and smile, don't be shy,
touch my bum, this is life.
We are the cheeky girls,
we are the cheeky girls
You are the cheeky boys,
you are the cheeky boys.
|29 Dec 2002||Vanessa||Could anyone please tell me what the fastest and least painful way to commit suicide is? like wat kinda pills would be the best and how could i get them? also.. how exactly do you self-induce vomiting?? like i know you're meant to stick your fingers down your throat or sumthin.. but it doesn't really work for me... please help me guyz...|
|29 Dec 2002||Felicia||The ocean recedes, the motley of people stare... oh... the horror! High on a hill top, I flail like helpless bird with a broken wing and seeing the waves come crashing in. The valleys get filled with water. Wait. The mountain tops are soft. Oh my gosh! I am standing on Lucy Cortina's right boobie! (Suddenly silent) I see ole' one eyed Billy, grasping on the left mountain top for dear life. Then... I hear a loud voice, like thunder. "GET OFF!" The voice roared and the right mountain top hit me, like a large loaf of San Francisco Parmesan Bread. Rendered unconscious, I float to the bottom of the ocean. Out of nowhere, as if the fish were getting seanced, radar ripples become apparent in the water. It's... it's Aqua Man! He comes to rescue me. Holding me close and arms surrounding my 38C sized boobies, Aqua Man brings me to the ocean surface and lays me against a rock. Then he gives me the kiss of life, just like the girl in Dr. No's dream, except he is a guy. I awoke and found later that I was in love with a fish and laying on a rock out of nowhere.|
|29 Dec 2002||Lucy Cortina||Bloody Hell. Mouchette you must be drunk out of your mind on Schnapps to allow the peasants to re-enter our Boudoire of Sauciness. Who the hell needs bloomin' poetry? It's just a poor man's rap. Anyone could do it - here, let me try:
"I waddled to the loo.
And then I had a poop.
I sprayed my little can,
now the air don't smell like a man (ie - v. stinky)"
There. Look out Eminem, Lucy Cortina, nu Raunchy-Rap-Queen is gonna beat you to pulp.
I should be so lucky. I've eaten too many mince pies this Christmas, which means my waist-line has increased, which in turn means that my breasts have inflated slightly. I look like Pamela Anderson in space. Still, a full figure isn't always a bad thing. Now there's even more of me to love. As if you didn't already have enough.
Some religious nutters have created the first cloned baby recently, apparently. I would gladly donate half of my breasts to them so they could sculpt a head and a few arms and legs from them (they are very firm, you know). All they need is a propper human brain to go with them. Hey, didn't they keep Albert Einstein's brain pickled in a jar after he died? - they could use that! Although, perhaps the scientists in charge ate it with some chips and a pickled egg.
What is the world coming to?
|29 Dec 2002||amber||i don't really think that age matters. if you're going to kill yourself the best way is to overdose on a perscription sleeping medicine, but if you can't ind any there are many more ways. too much cough syrup (robitussin extra strength cough and cold works best) can kill you but you have to drink like 2 bottles of it. Almost all inhalents like pledge or airfresheners will work. What u do is take a wash cloth or towel and fold it up, then put it over the nozzle of the inhalent then start breathing in the aerosol thru the towel. But just a quick note: make sure u are serious about what u are going to do. Think about everything, you may have something worth living for and you just don't see it. I recently tried to kill myself by slitting my wrists. My aunt and uncle found out and they bakeracted me or commited me to a hospital. While i was there i received tons of call from all sorts of family members who were worried about me. I never stopped to think about whether or not anybody else would be hurt by my actions. I'm still suicidal but i'm not sure how i want to go. I want it to be easy so that way if someone finds me it will just look like I'm sleeping. if any one has any ideas that would be helpful.|
|29 Dec 2002||sara||overdose on cough syrup.|
|28 Dec 2002||Felicia||The best way to kill yourself when you are under 13 years old is not to utter a word and hold in your feelings. Then you wait another 22 years, undergoing tons of therapy, and experience jerk off boyfriends, that look like Nicolas Cage who are 9 years younger than you or one year older, who only want you for a one night stand, a Corona beer with lime, and fondling your 38C bosoms, and later down the road you figure out that they are a punk ass free loader with suicidal tendencies, a long rap sheet, and a so called Tupac Shakur mentality. (Sounds like a Jerry Springer candidate runner up.) Then you realized that 21 years ago, it was a stupid phase you went through when you tried to swallow a bottle of Geritol at age 14, because some high school freshman Tom Cruise wannabe asked if you were a slut, and you later spit them out because you didn't want to get caught by Dad and Mum. Twenty-two years down the road,you look up websites finding some solace when you feel like killing yourself again, remaining still single, eating chinese food, writing sad make believe stories in emails to friends, sending nude emails to ex-boyfriends, and writing in journals.... and you happen to stumble upon european people with bigger boobs than yours, like Lucy Cortina, while she chats to a guy that says "How now brown cow" once in a blue moon, till you laugh your pants off (Thank you Billy the freak) and realize that tragedy can build character out of humility. Thank the Wonderful Gods above for you both. You are simply Marvelous! Absolutely Marvelous! You have saved my life once again by keeping my mind occupied by your off the wall humor. Laughter... is indeed the best medicine.|
|28 Dec 2002||linda smith||Get a knife and run out into the street and wait for a car to pass by make sure you do it at night so they won't see you put on all black and walk out into the street and wait for a car when you see a car coming get your knife and stab yourself in the arm run up to the car and say you need a ride to the hospital, while your in the car tell him that your mommy stabbed you and make sure you take your dog with you, while in the car wack off the dog and stab yourself in the chest|
|28 Dec 2002||fucked up little bitch||Another poem from me!! mouchette are u fed up with all these beautiful poems? HAHAHA
Here i am chasin again
My head feels so good as i'm lying in bed,
i know its fuckin me up more
but it gets rid of these fucked up thoughts in my head.
I KNOW gear is evil,
i know gear is sick
i know gear will kill me
QUICK QUICK QUICK
But i dont like livin
i dont mind dyin 2morrow or in a few years,
So i might as well take it,
i'm sick of all these useless tears.
i really have tried 2 fit in this world,
but now i'm dead inside,
its 2 late i've made 2many mistakes,
i'll just crawl back into my cell and hide.
Until King heroin kill me
Then i'll be free 4ever,
from everybody, the thoughts and this world,
i'll probably be happy for ever and ever.
THE END....tell me what u think if u like
|28 Dec 2002||fucked up little bitch||TO A PSYCHOLOGIST(or psychatrist)
tell me what u want from me
with all your psychotherapy.
to help me? (is that really true?)
can i trust myself to you?
with all your sympathetic eyes
and psychotherapeutic guise?
i have a little thought u see
u may be practisin on me.
can i trust u and your kind
who want to rearrange my mind.
you want to dredge from deep within
the whys and wherefores of my sin.
if u rip apart my mind
(picking over what u find...) or
with your sharpened verbal knife
cut away at my poor life
will u, havin reached your goal
of carvin up my very soul...
leave me blind, to rip and grope
when i'm left bare, your probing stilled.
tell me...how will u rebuild?
what measure will u use, what rod
to draw a better plan than god?
and is there any guarantee
that after all i'll still be me?!
|28 Dec 2002||little bitch||Another poem:
LETTER 2 A KILLER...
kill me please, i want u to kill me,
do u want the hard or easy? do what u want if u like but here are some suggestions if u dont know...
u could take me to yours get an electric saw and saw off my head. then u get me in the bath and let all my blood drain out into the water. wait till the water has turned into blood, then cut me into loads of little pieces. then u could cook me and eat me if u like that sort of thing,or feed me to the ducks in the park. OR you could write things on my body with the sharpest knife u find, then stab me right in the heart. there's plenty of ways its totally up 2 u. u could hide my body in the middle of the moors, or u could just dump me outside a shop, in the middle of a town, or even better in front of a police station for the whole world to see, that would be really funny!!! Anyway, after the slashin and cuttin make sure i am not breathin and that i aint got a pulse.
|28 Dec 2002||fucked up little bitch||Another poem: in french tho...
J'en ai MARRE
j'en ai marre de tout ces enculer
ils me font chier
j'en ai marre de toute ces salope
est je veut une clope
j'en ai marre de tout ces batard
ce sont vraiment des connard
j'en ai marre de tout ces pd
ils n'arrete pas de pete
j'en ai marre des gens qui me disent ce que je dois faire
parce que ce n'ai pas leur affaires
j'en ai marre de toutes ces grosse vaches
elles sont toute des petasse
je veut retourner en france
mais les fils de pute von pas me laisser
j'en ai marre des poulets
ils pu comme un chien qui vient de chier
j'en ai marre d'attendre
j'ai envie de me pendre.
j'en ai marre de ma vie
parce que elle est pourri
je n'ai plus envie de vivre
je veut juste etre libre.
j'ai ecri ce poeme quand j'etais dans un hopital psychatric!!
|28 Dec 2002||fucked up little bitch||Here is another poem 4 u 2 read...
ATTEMPT AT ETERNAL SLEEP ( dedicated 2 all the shrinks I have seen, 2 all the ones I will see in the future, and 2 the all the shrinks that happen 2 read this)
Cut slash cut
My body is dripping blood
And u know what?
It feels so good.
Pills in gulp swallow
I feel really drowsy
The thought of eternal sleep
Makes me relieved and so happy.
But then its "shes done it again!"
Taken 2 accident & emergency
Treated, see a shrink who does not listen
& he expects me 2 b grateful 4 savin me!
Questions questions questions
Talk talk talk
He give me options: home or psyco hospit
Anger sets in, I need a fork.
(to stab the fucker in the head)
I DONT WANT EITHER!!!!
Where the fuck do u think I
Wanna b ARSEHOLE!!
U thick or what?!! U must be!
I hate my home,
I hate psyco hospitals I hate YOU
I hate this fucked up world of mine
I hate this fucked up body I have 2 live in
I hate this fucked up brain that I have 2 think with
I hate everything and everybody (nearly)
I hate ME!!!! And the only way
To get away from ALL them things,
IS TO SNUFF IT, IS TO DIE, MOURIR?
Get me?? By savin me,
You're just makin it worse, you aint
Helpin me, all u doing is makin me suffer
Every second every minute every hour of
Each fuckin day, is filled with pain, frustration, anger, despair, hopelessness, suffering, and things I cant even describe.
HAS IT GOT THROUGH YOUR THICK HEAD YET? DO YOU UNDERSTAND NOW?? Yes you say you do! BUT YOU DONT! In fact you dont give a fuck! DO you? Its alright 4 you, u got nice life without major problems. YOU DONT KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE, you never will!
Thanks 4 savin me (NOT) YOU SELFISH PRICK! Selfish son of a bitch. I hope you rot in hell one day! SINCERELY!!
THAT'S all I'm saying, FUCK YOU!
I don't wanna hear anythin you gotta say no more, Don't wanna hear u talk JIBERISH, YOU TALK SHIT, DICKFACE, SO FUCK OFF. Keep away from me, cause im not just only unhappy, I'm close 2 insanity,
And theres nothing more I would like,
To fuckin kill you slowly. that would put a real big smile on my face, and it wouldnt be fake.
I'm not a violent person but u are takin the PISS .Leave me alone and I'll leave u alone, thats the way it works. FUCK ALL U SHRINK!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Tell me what u think of it! Angel4ever666@lycos.co.uk
from fucked up little bitch
|26 Dec 2002||helen||jump off a bridge, jump off ur deck fall down the stairs|
|26 Dec 2002||Veronica||I am 13 years old and i have tried overdosing on any drug that i can get. But i cannot kill myself. I don't really have that messed up of a life but everyone seems hostile towards me. So fuck them! if the world's gonna end let it be now so at least i have a hell of a lot better chance to kill myself then than now... I don't really like sharp knives so that never works, but i have tried! Any tips on easy suicide write it down!|
|25 Dec 2002||secret agent B||buttsex with older gay males|
|25 Dec 2002||jacki||lire les archives de ton site à la con, sa coute pa cher, c radical, garantie cent pour cent,|
|23 Dec 2002||not saying||fucken fucken fucken life. i fucken hate it- cant be fucked writing anything so bye- im gonna kill myself|