|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?
|29 Apr 2002||Scott A.||Listen up people! God loves you! Please please pray pray and pray some more. It is all lies from Satan. You will not find peace in death unless Jesus is there to greet you. You are loved. You are worthwhile! Call out and cry out for help! Give Christ a chance. Find a true Christian and talk it out. Remember that Satan will try and trick you. He has you in bondage and is a great deciever. He is all lies! If you need help email me! email@example.com|
|29 Apr 2002||amandahlynn||I tried to kill myself last year, I took between 20-30 Paxil, painkillers, sleeping pills for 6 days straight. I didn't sleep, I didn't eat, I shook violently, I couldn't write, I couldn't read, and I wound up in the emergency room and institutionalized. From someone who knows, you don't want to wind up like that. It's not worth downing a 16 ounce cup of CHARCOAL to coat your stomach to keep the drugs from entering your bloodstream. It's not worth seeing your mother and your best friend with their eyes bloodshot from crying, sitting across from you in a hospital room. It's not worth the monitored phone calls, the nurse that stays with you 24/7, and it's so not worth the $11,000 hospital stay bill. Because after you die, people around you miss you, and you're not even around to tell. My friend committed suicide, and she never thought her parents or friends cared until after she was gone - then she should have seen how many came to her funeral, how many of her friends gave eulogies, and how many people cried when her coffin was being put in the ground. But she wasn't around to see any of that - because she thought if she ended her life, then HER pain would stop. HER pain just lived on in other people. She hung herself, and you know how painful it is to see your friend hanging from an eletrical cord from the basement ceiling, with blood streaming down her stomach from where she stabbed herself? Do you know how painful it was for my parents to get a phone call in the middle of the night saying their daughter was in critical condition because of an overdose? Don't put others in a position like that. I can understand suicide, I really can, but I just want suicidal youths to know there are other ways even though it doesn't feel like it. I started my life over again. I've had lots of slip-ups but now I'm doing better than I ever was. I still cut - still overdose - but I'm trying to stay away from positions where I put myself out to be hurt.|
|29 Apr 2002||dana||you are fucking crazy|
|28 Apr 2002||Ildiko Sera||I would kill myself, if I would be under 13, through picking the needles of my mother into my eyes&heart. So I think, some sewing tools could fit into your box.|
|27 Apr 2002||jour rêvé||sucette au fond de la gorge serrée|
|26 Apr 2002||Lucy (feelin' juicy) Cortina.||ADVICE DESPERATELY NEEDED:
I've always thought Mum's bedroom smellt rather fishy. I just assumed it was dads socks. but no, there is a stronger smell.
Since Mum was out babysitting (pay me as much as you like, but i will NEVER look after 3 puking, screaming little brats in my life), i decided to get to the *bottom* of the odour.
Mum's computer had been left on. I switched on the screen and discovered the most awful disgusting abuse i have ever seen - PRAWNography!!! Eughh!!....
i feel like i don't know my mum anymore.
How could she approve of the abuse of innocent prawns?
I'll never look at fish pie in the same way again, especially if mum is cooking it.
(If any police trace me, please be gentle on mum. The thought of a policemans truncheon sends her slightly wacko, and although dad likes his pink knickers, he stands by his woman (mum that is, not himself!) and will protect her).
I would be grateful for some friendly, (unsexual) advice, thanx.
|26 Apr 2002||Heather||You don't you need to live|
|26 Apr 2002||DEZ||I THINK THAT THE BEST WAY TO KILL YOURSELF IS TO JUST GRAB A GUN AND SHOOT YOUR BRAINS OUT WITH IT. IT IS EASY AND EVER SO FAST. THAT'S WHAT I WOULD DO AT LEAST|
|26 Apr 2002||demonic angel||(responding to "in search of an answer")
hey i have an idea: run away from your problems, u say you have an abusive brother, run away to covenant house or some other place, it's better than killing yourself, you don't really have that many reasons to anyways, ok? And so your mom's a bitch and she wants you to be the best... HELLO!!! THAT MEANS SHE CARES ABOUT YOU!!! AT LEAST YOUR MOM DOESN'T MAKE FUN OF YOU AND SAY THAT YOU'RE THE CAUSE OF HER PROBLEMS!!! (that i'm not sure of, though) my mom nearly died of alcohol poisoning and she blames me for it! She beats the crap out of me sister who is gonna turn 12 soon while my brother (6) is screaming bloody murder at her! oh and at least you have a dad! he may be in a wheel chair but you have one! my father walked out on me and my mother, she was so mad at ME for that, that she left me with a schizophrenic grandfather! And you know what he did when he found out that i wanted to kill myself? Instead of giving me help the motherfucker yelled at me! So you think you have problems? Have you ever had to live off the street? Eat out of fuckin garbage cans? When i ran away form home i went 1 week withought food! At the end a half eaten wendies hamburger looked good enough to eat! One week all i had was an open bag of peanuts i found behind a dumpster! and i didn't kill myself, i just went with it even when i got cought stealing some food at a mall and i got arrested i didn't kill myself. Thing will get better for you and if your brother bugs ya again let me know i got fucking connections around here........ if you live in Toronto i can help you.... and if not just run away, or get a fuckin swat team after him! You can charge the bastard for assault! Tell everyone you know and you're not a piece of shit! Think better of yourself and things will get better, they sort of for me....
|25 Apr 2002||Heather||To take a knife and carve pretty little designs in your skin then, as you cut go deeper and deeper until the last petal on the flower means the last of you.|
|25 Apr 2002||richard west||cut your nob off and look at porn|
|23 Apr 2002||elfi bronsard||se jeter sous un train|
|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,.,|