|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?
|23 Apr 2002||Candy||Razor/wire|
|21 Apr 2002||FatBoy John||I'm Fatboy John and I'm really fat and everyone at school hates me, even my own family hates me... they say it right to my face. I have long greasy hair and big juicy pimples all over my face, I really like playing online games because I have no friends and, as I said before, everyone hates me. I've never attempted suicide but my dad has a gun so I guess i'll just paint the wall with my brains, buh bye cya in hell|
|21 Apr 2002||Matt||the same as the best way to kill ur self whatever age u are, there is no best way, sides they all = the same result, so which ever is the least painful i guess|
|21 Apr 2002||Loser||I am 19, I am going to college and doing really well, I'm also a pretty good hockey player and a play bass guitar in a rock band though we haven't played in months. Of course I have no friends, I have never had a girlfriend and I can't remember a day in my life where I haven't thought of suicide. Gee, I feel so much better writing this on a site where nobody will read it.|
|20 Apr 2002||Sam the Butcher||When I was 13, I used to cut myself with a little knife that my father bought me as a gift while he was traveling. If I hadn't had those, I probably would have stolen something else to do the same thing. I thought things, back then, would never get any better. But then things got a lot better! One chance occurance lead to another, which lead to another, and another! And then I started leading a really interesting life -- but then, as my "interesting" life became normal, it became background scenery, and the blandness and imperfect of the world krept back in. And now, the only reason I stay here is because I'm concerned about hurting other people after dying. I just don't like things. I just don't like things at all. I just wish I had never met anyone. Then this would be much easier.|
|20 Apr 2002||Dumb_AND_Dumber||run up to a bee hive or even a wasp nest then scream BLA BLA BLA and then start to kick, punch or even eat the nest/hive. If the bee's are poisonous to u well that is even better, they will sting u to death and u will look like a pin cushion|
|19 Apr 2002||Lucy Cortina||Can someone please french me up?
By the way, whoever it was who used my name on some poem about chips and cod or summat, it wasn't me.
|19 Apr 2002||oh,.,,||today is my birthday, im 19 now,., i love this question and these answers,.,,, like small words get filled up when all these people explore them,.,,, i dont know why i look at this site all the time,.,, i cant say i like anyone's answer in particular,., i dont want to be alive a lot but i cant say i relate to what anyone here has had to say,.,,. i look around on the internet a lot when im sad because there's so much to see and plus i feel pretty alone and i try to find at least one other person that could think like me,.,, it hasn't worked yet but i think the internet is the wrong place to look,.,, anyway,., i just felt like celebrating my birthday here instead of anywhere else,.,, becoming part of all this other unfulfilled muck that can only find its strength and meaning from people's constant amendments to the way this website looks,.,., i feel like i should answer the question simply because it's there,,.,, but im very good at making music and i constantly look forward to a day when im famous and i can set up a video camera and cut my wrists pretty bad but not enough to kill my tendons and tape me playing piano and see how long i can stay conscious,.,, i think that right now that is the most beautiful thing i can give to this world,.,, i would play my prettiest song and anyone could watch me dying spitting out the best my mind can do at trying to react to life,.,,,., i spend hours and hours a day making up songs on a piano and a lot of the time im thinking of how perfect it would all be if my wrists were pushing out my blood and i knew i had to do the best i could because those would be the last notes i would play,.,, and then to have it on tape to show other people like me so they can cry like life really is this bad,.,|
|18 Apr 2002||phyco bitch||I don't expect people to understand, I know they won't. My arm hurts so much when I don't cut, I want to die. I long to cut almost as much as I long to die, to be absorbed in the pain, to watch the blood run down your arm gives you peace. My mind, my body screams out to bleed.|
|18 Apr 2002||MANIK||best way is to be me|
|18 Apr 2002||p.||premièrement-avalez 5 billes de plomb de 3 kilos chacune enduites de cyanure
deuxièment-sauter du 15ème étages d'un immeuble dans une piscine avec un sechoir électrique dans chaque main.
|17 Apr 2002||jimmyloizeau||patience. plan well this should take at least 65yrs|
|17 Apr 2002||Lisa||Can you die from overdosing on Seroxat?
50 pills of 20mg each
|15 Apr 2002||someone||well, apparently for me, it kept me busy. I guess I have "issues", and very often I have uncontrollable urges to kill myself.
I just (this very second) heard on the radio, that a boy killed himself, and his parents said that the internet was to blame. I don't know if anything can really stop someone who really wants to kill themselves. They can't see, smell, or taste anything but their own death. Some of us are just lucky enough to have either not succeeded, or to have that moment taken up by other things; like the contemplation of the actual act. Either way seeing a web site like this is not only very entertaining, but it gives a sense of comfort. Suicide is increasing rapidly, and I guess noone knows why. I truly believe it's in the air, or the water. People don't realize how bad the atmosphere is polluted, and it's rotting our brains. I truly believe that it's chemical, because whenever I become extremely suicidal, it's never due to any event, or occurance. It just happens-alcohol helps!!!
|15 Apr 2002||Someone who doesn't know||In response to "SOMEONE WHO KNOWS", I've heard that remark before,"It's a temporary solution to a permanent problem", or something. I emphasise the word "permanent". You are right however, if you can keep your mind on positive things, you'll be alright. What about when you can't? I know now that nobody truly cares. I could walk into the middle of the street and scream,"I want to kill myself", and get a thousand pity replies. Where does that bring me... besides locked up with a cup full of jello (no utensils). Nobody asks for pain, if you say that you can relate than you know this. So what should I do when I'm "SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T KNOW" (THAT'S MY OTHER PERSONALITY)? I have to get ready for work now, so I can come home and stress out about going to school tomorrow. Then go to work the next day, school the next... (you get where I'm going) stop smiling for a minute and "relate".|
|15 Apr 2002||porcinet||ouvrir ses veines aux poignets|
|15 Apr 2002||francoise||se jeter par la fenêtre|
|15 Apr 2002||Runnergirl||Join a track team... make the coaches believe that you're really good and make them put you in a lot of long distance events. Before a big meet, don't drink any liquid... for a day... then, when it comes to the meet... run as fast as you can for as long as you can. You get so dehydrated you die. I was close to it one day. Damn trainers with IV's...I'll succeed one of these days|
|14 Apr 2002||marianne becker||seriously, after sending some stupid messages, I've been put in institutions ever since 6th grade, my first suicide attempt. I don't know why I want to die so bad, but I always have, I don't give up easily. I am 21 years old. I have a 5 year old son, who I barely take care of, I guess I'm not aloud to. I have tried to kill myself over 20 times, the hospitals are sick of hearing from me, my boyfriend as well. I don't have anyone. Nobody can feel this. I work, I go to college. People see scars all over my wrists, but I smile so fucking much, that they see past them. I get hit on at least twice a day, god knows what they'd say if they saw me without makeup. I hate everyone, I think this whole world is a fucking movie, and it deserves no stars. I left for a while, I had my break between 4Winds, The N.Y. Presbyterian, then living at the salvation army. I went back out to the real world like a bat out of hell, and I'm succeeding. I'm getting great grades, lots of "male options", people at my job love me............. so fucking what? I want to die so bad it hurts. I feel like if I don't get rid of myself now, I might start hurting other people. But in the end this all means nothing, even though I'm crying right now, and feel like someone may finally hear me. That's all that gets you by, the hope. Nobody can hear you.... NOBODY!|
|14 Apr 2002||marianne becker||pick up a fucking knife and move it towards yourself|