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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?
|17 Aug 2002||To Mouchette from suicidalgirl||Mouchette when I was browsing through your site the other day I noticed a poster that said you would be appearing somewhere but it was dated 1997. So my question to you is how old are you now?|
|17 Aug 2002||suicidalgirl||Apparently my parents know about this site now. So I came in my room the other day to find my mother and father reading my post and laughing. yeah mom and dad, its real funny that you do drugs and i was brought up around them my whole life, its funny that i want to kill myself right? They dont take me seriously, my mom says "oh dont be silly" when i say i want out. dont be silly?!!? what the fuck? i want to die, i seriously want to fucking die, how is that "silly"? they tell me to go to a counseler, like thats gonna help. counselors have never seen anyone od and have to drag them down the flights of stairs to an ambulance, they werent doing crack, heroin, pills and so many other things at my age. So how can they help? tell me to go on paxil for my overwhelming depression? No I dont think so, im not gonna be controlled by some mind altering drug. And to someone who asked if there is any other atheists in here, YES RIGHT HERE! I dont believe in a god there couldnt be one, it just doesnt make sence. And I know my parents will read this and i dont give a fuck.
To my parents: Stay out of my fuckin business! you never gave a fuck b4 so why do you wanna read my posts? its not like your gonna care if i kill myself anyway. what will it be about 2 weeks of mourning? big deal! then its over with and forgotten.
|16 Aug 2002||Lucy Cortina||Typical! I just get back from my holidays and everyone else has gone on them!
Oh well, at least I have 2 huge ballon things known as breasts to keep me company (have I mentioned this before? they're organically home-grown.. none of your Britney Silicones nonsense!)
I had an interesting experience yesterday though, which I will care to share:
I left a plum in school bag over holidays. Little flies kept emerging from little front pocket. Drew nearer and nearly collapsed cos of disgusting smell. Decided it was best to wash bag in bath. Did that. Bath full of bloody rotten plum pieces and little insects. Flushed them down the drain. Felt satisfied. A thought struck me. Looked into the small pocket of my bag. Let out a scream. Absolute disaster. My postcards were in it soaked with water (including one from a secret admirer)! What shall I do now? The evidence has vanished in the haze cos the ink has dissapeared! Bad luck!
And I'm slowly developing into a disturbed young woman...
|16 Aug 2002||Tessa||Whahaha, I was just looking for a songtext when I found this page.
I don't know what the best way is.
When I was 11 I tried to slit my wrists with a knife, but I got scared, started thinking how people would react if I wasn't there anymore. (at the time children called me names and stuff for over a year, i got sick of it, and they hurt me really bad).
When I was 12 we moved, things were fine. Then when I was 15 things got bad again. Somebody died, school, me, just things that happened in the world.. I started to slit my wrists, now for real, not with a knife, but with cissors (how do you write that word?) The first one was at April the 13th, 2001. I stopped at a point, because I wanted to give myself a little more time, there was a concert coming up, my first one from the band that I still like. Their music saved me in some kind of way. But in another way it destroyed me more. I didn't quit slitting my wrists, I just always stopped when it started to bleed. Maybe I didn't really want to die. I was depressed then.
Someone told me that I should talk to professionals, but I didn't want to. To me those people are people who pretend to know everything about it, but they just can't if they haven't done it themselves, if they haven't lived trough the same things as me.
Now at this time, my life is great except of the bad things that always happen when I have a good time, so I can hardly allow myself to have a good time, because I am afraid of what might happen.
I haven't slit my wrists for a while anymore, I've got now more than 8 beautiful scars. There are I guess 2 or 3 people who know about this. Not even my parents, they are too busy with their own things.
I don't know if I will ever try again to kill myself, I know I can't promise not to.
Maybe this is a good way to try, maybe not. If you do, you have to cut very deep (and good).
A few years ago I read a poem about cutting wrists (sorry, can't find it). It said that you have to sit in a warm bath and then slit your wrists, because of the warm water the blood will keep flowing.
Actualy I hope that you don't follow the advice, but it is your own decision.
Now when I'm down I write about it (stories and songs) and it helps to talk to someone. (I tell different things to different people, so they never know the real me). Maybe you can try that too.
(I'm 17 now, and still alive. I gave myself another year and see how it then is, so maybe I'm gone next year)
|16 Aug 2002||Eternal peace is waiting.......||That is easy. Carbon Monoxide. Most people don't have the balls, so to speak, to go through with it. It is something actually rather hard to follow through with. I feel the best way to rationally commit suicide is to either leave a car running in a garage or to run a hose from the tailpipe into the car. As the carbon monoxide levels increase you will become relaxed and fall asleep and eventually the poisonous gas will kill you. And if at any time you change your mind you can always open the door. This method is essentailly painfree and the only set back is the possibility of brain damage if you are "saved".|
|16 Aug 2002||Danny||I sometimes go for a long walk. You know. To find something. Not really sure what, and I never really find anything. But then that's life, isn't it?|
|16 Aug 2002||sick muther fucker||the best way to kill yourself is to tie a cinder block to each foot and jump off a bridge into water that way they never find your body and u can suffer when u drown!|
|16 Aug 2002||noah||if u wunt to die get 3 uther people that wunt to die also and u can play rusian rullet (it will be fun that way) but rig it so u get shots first. have fun!|
|14 Aug 2002||noah||hey people i was wunting to kill myself untell i found a reson to live i was at a water parc and a girl asked for my yahoo name i gave it to her and then we talked on yahoo untell she aked me out and i said yes we talk every day and its cas of her im not dead so if u do wunt to kill yoursel just find one good thing in your life and donr loose it|
|13 Aug 2002||If you really wanted to kill yourself, you would... I don't buy that "I tried suicide 3 times!". To me, that just says "help me!"... what can be so horrible at such a young age? I understand emotional issues, in reality, they have no idea of what true suffering is. I don't know what age has to do with it anyway, under 13? Who cares, is that supposed to be "shocking"? The best method would be something fast, like jumping in front of a train (the mess and totally freaking out the witnesses for life!) ...or painless, like drowning... although, I wouldn't want to look like a floater (hideous, not to mention the smell). Suicide is retarted, whether it's play acting or actually doing it. Life basically stinks most of the time, but you make the best of it. Besides, what makes people think that they are so special that they deserve a wonderful life, free of hassles anyway? Kids today, huh?|
|13 Aug 2002||Blade Finnegan||Well, when I was 13, I tried to kill myself by sliting my wrists. It's obvious that it didn't work out. So my advice is to try a combination of things. Like slit your wrists, pop some pills, then blow your brains out. If that doesn't work, you're screwed.|
|13 Aug 2002||Warezkid1||suicidalgirl420 is absolutely right, you bastards who can just type out "Go get some help" should live with what we have to live with, abuse, regret, GUILT, resentment and some more abuse. The relationship between me and the railroad tracks is growing closer, I put my neck down on it today while nobody was watching, to see how it felt. It felt like freedom, whatever the fuck that's supposed to feel like.|
|13 Aug 2002||any fellow atheists out there???||hey, tha1andonlybitch, i totally agree with you about the terrorist stuff, i mean, only if you are going to kill yourself after you're done with terrorizin' the fat fucks of this spoiled country (usa). naw, don't think i'm just pickin' on fat people, i'm pickin' on the ass-heads who think there is a god. if i do ever stoop to such a low as committing suicide, i promise, i really do promise, to all of you who read this that i will kill people on my way out of my miserable life (if it ever gets that miserable). BUT, i doubt i will ever feel that stupid enough to kill myself. oh my god (tee hhee hee!! i said god! but i dont believe in a god!, i say it just to make a point, it really means nothing to me, but well, i think you know what most people think of that famous phrase. yeah, i'm talking about the BE-FUCKING-LIEVERS.) anyhow, i dont like osama bin ladens' reason for his terrorist attack, (i don't believe in that shit, allah crap religion) i just like fact that it was an attack, and it blew away the nation! Woo Hoo!!|
|13 Aug 2002||sam||goodbye, im saying that cos' this is the last thing im going to ever type. i have a gun and i'm holding it to my head. i hope no one ever does what i'm about to do cos' i wish i didn't have to but i do. i never had a good life. the one person i loved just left me and my dad just took a bat and hit me with it. last night i told him i was going to kill myself and he handed me his gun. my mom is always drunk and she likes to hit me and they have never told me they love me. i have tried to kill myself before but my girlfriend (that left me) stopped me. so this is it. i have nothing else to say. so c ya.
no one else ever do this !!!!!!!!!!!
|13 Aug 2002||RaevynShadows||Go insane. Shove a dildo in your puss or ass, then go out nude. They'll take you away, and you'll have a play toy in the Happy House!!! Take all of your meds, hide them. Wait a year. Take all of the meds at once while fucking yourself roughly. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (I'm 14)|
|12 Aug 2002||noah||y dont u just take a knife and make it simple and ran it into your head?|
|12 Aug 2002||Lucy Cortina||YAY! What a joy to be home again! Oh wow..to the awful stench of the bore next door (neighbour) putting awful manure on his garden. Ughh. I wouldn't be surprised if it's his own manure too.
Is there such a thing as vegi-sexuals, do you reckon, Mouchie? If so then HE is one. He spends so much time amongst his cabbages that it's unreal, and probably illegal. He tends to them like a lover would her mans dinner. Why am I surrounded by les idiots?
A few weeks away from the likes of mum, and her abnormally large behind (she could send it off to Africa, I'm sure it'd keep the starving going for at least 12 months) and dad with his 'inventions', such as the spoon that times the egg (LONG STORY!). I suspect while I've been away he's been in my knicker drawer to feed his desire to be a woman.
Ok.. I'm getting a bit dried up now, ain't I?
The point I'm trying to make is that I'M BACK ..and ..um....
where is my Billy?
|12 Aug 2002||Dreg_02||Just blow yourself up, the bigger the bomb, the better. Make sure that the bomb activates the most bitchin fireworks display in the world though, that way, people can videotape you dying and watch it with their children every 4th of July ..awwww|
|12 Aug 2002||Mike||For Shonice who has written in 27 July 2002 in 'seeking help' page:
well, it's not easy to answer to your add with a sentence however it'd be better - e-mail me, plz. If u don't have any e-mail just make any at http://mail.yahoo.com and we can have a serious talk.
Wish you all the best
|12 Aug 2002||noah||hey people im 14 and my life is fucked up. my dad is a drunk my mom is a wierdo, they both like to hit me and beat me. i have tried to kill myself 7 times and i have over a hundred cuts that I put on myself for fun. but then i got a girlfriend that i love but when my parents found out about her they got even more mad and said i was to young to love but she is the reason im not dead right now|