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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?
|02 Jul 2009||morula||hello, i m not another suicide story, skip the details, just wanted to warn all of you of the dangers prevailing at dwelling too far to suicide, claiming to want to kill myself, foreas in Germany the threat to suicide is a compulsive element for emprisonment in an hospital , i ll try to be sharp, but do not tell anymore you re about to drown, not your parents, not your best friend you ve got none, not even your dog, i d had an history with pills, failing to die first in february, but was highly on drugs at the time, which i was hiding from the psychiatrists that hitchhiked me at hospital, got out after one week first time, but once month after as i d stoped the phets we were taking, me and my boyfriend having to change places for sake of getting clean again, i stayed in berlin at that moment precisely when i d stoped all the chemical craze my parents cut me the money, they d send me as much to survivre or less i was seriously getting depressed the days i didn t have my grass, started harassing them at night, not so often but talking on the answerphone, telling about all those people who comitted suicide, not only that, how they d fucked up my life, my dad, my mom, unusual scheme i m the bad kid, in the end that s what my father says, because i want to sell my shares in his stupid company he calls me you you shit daughteer you , nothing to be offended by but when they decide to put me in hospital he lies to the judge, says he s given me overamounts of money when he d just been restricting me to the limit of sanity, so one morning, fed up, i drank two beers that let me overloaded with agressivity, phone my mum , the gas people walking in to cut it off, was listening to music too much, horrible mistake not to do it, right here, right now, instead telling me mum i d hang myself, then i left the flat with the doggie helmut, who can away, when i came home the cops had broken into the flat broken the doors, with 112 the firebrigade, shitty mother had phoned the police, alerted the authorities, called upon all bits and pieces of attention she could grasp, help me save my daughter, imagine i d be hanging, they take me down, save my life but not my brain, they took me to the remote place called st joseph, the local warp,was just drunk, and then there you threatened to commit suicide means a judge ll interfere, you re stuck there for two weeks waiting to meet him, when you do he sentences me to 4 additional weeks, fed vitamin K, fallacious drugs, the highest dosis possible, skip the reasons why i m so violently hit, i was chemically lobomitized, could not sense a sign of movement in my mind anymore, no symptom of an emotion whatsoever, of nothing anymore but the devastating conscience of being alive still, waiting the hours aways, counting the minutes, hell one weeks passes by, they tied me up at a bed at first occasion, because i pushed an alarm button, hallucigenic drug injection together with valium, how dare you keep your sanity in those circonstances, i came there as heavy suicidal they broke all my human rights, intentionnally lenghtening the butchery up to the moment where the soul s dead, slow agony in claustrophic containment of one s legs, arms, waist, awakes only a rare sadist vision to me, bondage and torture that s what happens to son of bitches who didn t respect their mother, wreckless junkie, all in awe before my very own rights, if you begin to protest, talk about respect, individual rights, your own, beg, then necessarily insults your executionners more injections, sound like hell what happenes after you re stuck by mummy calling the police to drag you there were you belong, into the arms of a psychotic doctor, a sadist, a nazi, if you ve been familiar with prescription drugs you d appreciate thirty milligrams of zyprexa, 1500 mg of thick antiepileptical sirup, drags you down to nothing, incapable of nothing but eat anymore, can t sleep, can t go to peace, valium, all that bullshit, 6 weeks stuck inside a smoker s room, a harden and one s little psychopath room, waiting for time to drag by so intensely wasted, doesn t think anymore, pharmacollogically prevented from commiting any mental sin whatsoever, no sign of life has been signaled in there, you re dead, walking still, they re telling you you ll never get out, you ll stay there for months and months, till you re no longer the same anymore, you ve been changed, modified, chemically, and morally, that s a sin, a shame, i lose my nerves, called them all nazis, didn t chose my medication, my fate, my destiny- after those 6 weeks and a psychiatric expert interfering to save me i m finally released, may 10 you re out of there, ok but it seems you re strange, no longer the same, they controlled you too long a time, invaded the metabolism of your brains, your emotions, your motives, your dying with depression, worse you feel like the ultimate shit. btrsl break, phone|
|23 Jun 2009||rusted from the rain.||please don't kill yourselves, it is not worth it.
life sucks. but you become numb to the pain. so let it hurt for a while. and then one day you'll wake up and realize that you don't care that it hurts. and it doesn't bother you that you don't care. and slowly life will not be able to hurt you anymore. just keep moving on. from what i hear, 2012 is the end of the world. what's another 2 years, eh? come on kids, just keep moving. it will get easier. trust me.
|03 Jun 2009||jessica||hi i have no idea if anyone reads this thread any more, but u r right now so i'll add some of my thoughts
i've struggled with depression for most of my life, esp as a child. i can tell u this much. as hard as u think u might have, someone out there has it worse. someone desperately wants to live, but won't be given the opportunity. don't waste ur life. please realize that life is full of ups and downs...u just have to roll with the punches and hope that tomorrow will be a better day. i don't think u can rightfully make the decision to commit suicide, based on only 13 years of ur life. please hang in there...wait it out. at least give it a decent run. ask urself when ur 30...but not now...there is so much that could still happen to turn things around.
things i have been: raped, drug user, prostitute, homeless...things i am now: married, a mother, employed, drug-free
please hang in there! i did and really it did pay off...
|29 May 2009||Jess||I have to say this again. I hate when people say " I know how you feel?" bull shit! I never will say that or understand you but I feel you in a way and I have been there. It takes a while but there is way. Too much to experience and some will be bad but holy damn!!! Soooo much is good! It is so worth it!! Take from someone who tried and died and was brought back. No Joke, 18 years old.. thought what is the point and took a large bottle of of HIV pain meds. Died once and was brought back to see my momma standing above me. That was it. How selfish? Keep looking at the living horizon and walk. With love - Jess|
|29 May 2009||Jeece||Damn, it really is not the way to go!! You don't think I know how you feel? Waking up in a hole. Hiding in a closet crying and pucking your guts up because of not being able to breath? And worse, putting on a lying smile to all your close family and friends and just hoping one will see through it. Holding a knife and cutting yourself and then trying to hide it? I KNOW!! I have been there... do not choose the exit way. Days change and they do get better. Some days are still screaming and mad but the next day is better. I promise.|
|21 May 2009||Hey guys, really I was going to do it, but i decided that id give it another chance... And now im happy, eventhough i still have problems, most probably more than what i had at the time, i konw how to deal with it now. I think its a question of getting to know yourself. There was a great entry a while back, it was about a monk and a guy and the reason for life, go check it out. it made me think|
|20 May 2009||lysistrata||when you kill yourself, the wrong shit wins...there's life after you're a teenager (seems like everyone forgot that here)...and what makes you a loser is taking the pussy way out of life just because someone is mean to you. grow a pair. life isn't easy for anyone and you're ignorant and blind if you think even one person on this planet feels good and safe...we are all confused--and how are u supposed to decipher this crazy reality we live in if give up your time early? Memento Mori...we all meet this end someday...it is inevitable, needs no help...the trick to life is staying alive LONGER than the assholes that fuck it up...u won the lottery when you were born THINK ABOUT IT...what were the odds that YOU get to see this place...I used to think about suicide a lot...but I've decided I'm a fighter, not a pussy who's gonna let all the dicks in the world fuck me out of my life...i won't fuck myself out of it either|
|19 May 2009||lost||pretty much read most of your reasons you guys suck. i want to kill myself because i live in a fucked up country with a fucked up judicial system. MY father started as a congressman then later won as a senator apparently he screwed with bigger fish and wat they did in return was to fucking destroy him by providing some woman witness which by the way was an admitteddrug user and guess who did those fucked up individuals chose? ME! but fucking truth be told i was in california when it fucking happened. had all kinds of evidences from documents to fucking over fifty witneses attesting i was had a paycheck issued to me close to the date even had days proving i was working round about the time that heinous fucking crime happened three women stabbed to death. best part we lost the fucking case.|
|13 May 2009||Shilova||I've had fourpeople in my life commit suicide. The first was when I was in middle school. He was a regular sort of guy. Older than me. Second was my high school band teacher, severa years after I graduated school. He was accused of having sex with a minor. The other two were my age, close to 30. Friends. One did it out of rage, his fiancé decided she wanted someone else. The other was accused of raping a woman. He was a policeman about to go into FBI Academy and engaged to be married. Anyone considering suicide at any age needs to realize that the isolation you feel is part of being. It's normal. All people, to some extent, are isolated. Only through communication do we truly know each other, but that is limited. No one knows your private thoughts, knows the person you are inside. This all being said. Suicide is a selfish and cowardly act. The pain and anger I felt that these people in my life gave up, not realizing how their death would effect others. One, there sister found him; the other two, their best friends; another, his wife of many years. No one is worth killing yourself, no event so tragic to give up on the gift life is to all. How about stop watching tv, the news especially. Stop hating yourself. I've been there personally. But life is exactly what you make it. Realize that no one is perfect, and people love you. Life isn't just today. Life is you being kind to yourself. To others. Looking at the sky at night. Seeing the trees sway in the wind. Stop with all the hateful thoughts in your head, put as much importance on the good in yourself and others instead of tearing yourself up. Life is hard. It will be, but you mean a great deal to people, even if you don't see it. Take one step, one day at a time. If you still feel you have no hope, TELL SOMEONE. Talk to a good counselor. I don't know about if a person goes to hell once they commit suicide. But I know that a person that takes his or her own life should have to endure the agony and heartbreak for those left behind, wondering what could have been done. PS. Insurance does NOT cover suicide.|
|06 May 2009||Les||I am 35 years old. married, 3 children, a cat and a dog. I do not believe in god or any religious icons. All I know is everyday is surrounded by a big black cloud and a stomach full of anger. What would be worse for my family? me being me in a shitty in-sensitive mood or me being dead? This is what I am wondering. Life at 13 seemed so ..... Fucking stress free compared to now. kid if life is that bad at 13, things don't get any easier. make your choice for you and not for anyone else. Ultimately it is our decision. writing this makes things seem so clear.A moment of clarity in a world gone mad! Why am I thinking of a painless end, after all everyday that I remain breathing; is just the most intense pain I have ever felt. I don't need help, I need.... I need an end to it all!|
|01 May 2009||skidmark8||ok, i am not 13, i an actually 31. these problems come and go throughout life. i have been wanting death since i was around 12 or 13. i was too weak to do anything about it. i bought a house when i was 22, and lost my job a year later. imagine the stress that creates. i made it through that. i recently got married, and went on the honeymoon in cancun, and now my wife of 2 months says that she is not happy anymore, and hasn't been for 8 months. now we have to divide everything, and go through this whole ordeal. i have a 1.2 million dollar life insurance policy, and my wife and sister would be grateful i am sure. it's just so frustrating knowing the one person you let get so close you is not the person you should have let in.|
|01 May 2009||I wish I was pretty, I wish I was skinny, I wish he loved me, I wish I was good enough, I wish I was smart, I wish they cared about me, I wish I had the courage, I wish I had the strength to keep fighting, I wish I had the will to end it all, I wish I had money, I wish I had power, I wish I had parents, I wish I had friends, I wish I was funny, I wish I was cool, I wish I had a boyfriend, I wish I had a girlfriend, I wish I had a family, I wish, I wish, I wish I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish....
it never ends.
You'll always be trying to be something your not. Why not just be yourself. Life is too short. The tragedy of life is not that we die, but what die's inside us as we live. With each year, with each day, we make decisions, take actions, learn to live with things, and underneath all the skin and bones, we are dying. We are dying the day we are born. And each second after that we get closer and closer to death. We are all dying, the sick, the healthy, the rich, the poor.
What makes a story, what makes one eternal, is what we do in our short time on this planet. Things are being asked from us that we don't want to do. Being pulled in every directions. Being drowned in pressure, to be something, to be someone, to do good, to do bad, to be big. Just be you. That's all you can do. So what if your not pretty enough? So what if he looks at other women? So what if he mentions the hot college girls and all the pretty women So what? I can't change. I am not them. I can never be them. I am just me. I will never be thin enough. Never be pretty enough. Never be smart enough. Never be good enough. Never be the right skin color. Never be the right religion. Never be the right nationality. Never be tall enough. Never funny enough. Never be serious enough. Never be happy enough. Never be sad enough. Never smile enough. Never frown enough. Never cry enough. Never be quiet enough.
So many nevers. So many wishes. There isn't time. All you have time to do is be you. Stop and realize that everyone who you think your trying to be good enough for, doesn't really care whether you change or not. If they are still in your life, then they are there for a reason. Your already enough. You may not see it, but they are there for a reason. Because in their own way they care. But we are all people. Therefore we are all flawed. You can never be good enough for anyone, especially for yourself. It's impossible.
Just be glad you have arms.
and you can walk.
and you can see.
and you can smell.
you can taste.
you can think.
you can write.
you can read.
you can go to the bathroom.
you have food.
you have clothes (so what if they're from walmart or the thrift store???)
little things. simple pleasures. we take advantage of them. even if the whole world is falling apart, at least you can still see the beauty of the sun setting and rising. or how the stars twinkle up in the dark sky. be glad that your mum is there, or your dad is there. just be happy to be you.
I know it's hard. I'm still learning to do it myself. But you know what? I am tired of trying to become what I think people want me to be. Because its too hard. And the harder I try, the more quicker I reach my grave. Because years pass by, and I'm still not what I think they want me to be, and I haven't been able to enjoy my youth, I've just been slaving away, trying to be something unachievable.
Fuck what you see on tv.
Fuck the magazines.
Fuck the celebrities.
They are who they are. And you just need to be who you are. That's all I can say. And if what you are is not enough for someone, then tell them to fuck off too.
The one thing that is certain about life is death. Every thing else is a gamble. Take chances, take risks. And try to live. Your already dying. We all are. So just live. Whether you want to die or not, it will still happen one day. So quit worrying about death. It's coming. Life is what we're running out of. Life is what's going to go away and never come back. Death is eternal. Life can be anywhere from 1 hour to 100 years. Maybe 110 if your lucky.
We are all dead inside.
Just live. Honestly. Death is coming. So just live.
|30 Apr 2009||Dianita||My name is Diana, I am 20 years old.
I know it is hard to talk about physically abuses (rape) and few times I have try commit suicide, as well.
About 5 years ago, I was 15 years old, I went back home to El Salvador for summer vacation with my family, during the ending of vacation it turn out to be living nightmare, I was rape by my closest cousin best friend. After the trip, I came back to Canada, I was afraid to tell my mother or anyone for many years...And there were many time I tried to commit suicide to end my nightmare for many issues going on with my household of my parents fought, rape, aloneness, lost of yourself, and noone love me.
I was so lost, and alone for many years, I was acting like I careless and pretend nothing happen, but deep down I was broken, fear of men and fear to be in love or physically touch. As Result, there were so many task that I never suspect that I have changes my life, such as my friend never once met him, have into my life, and understand my pain and sadness, because he have similar suffering. Then slowly he have fought with me for internal issues to let free my pain and sorrow to move on forward in life.
And he have open my eyes to better view of the world for no Negative around me, and he have taught me that my family might have their rough path that have effect into my life but it is important that your sibling are following my pathway because I am older and they look up to me for the strength and wisdom and courage to better future.
If you wonder that I am afraid of men still? Yes, I am afraid to physically touch, but I am still learning my comfort zone, I know you can find the answer to your pain and sorrow. But I telling you that you dont have to look, that someday a person will come to ease your pain and suffering to lighten your heart to better life.
|29 Apr 2009||Alissa||Close your eyes and imagine the things that you'll never get to do. You'll never get to open your own store, or have that baby boy. You'll never get to kiss your hubby/or gf as your child gets married. hell, you might not even get married at all. You will rip your soul mates one chance at true love away and you'll be letting those asses who mess with you win. Dont. You have the power to control your own life and mold it into what you want to be. Want to move out as soon as you can? Then pull up your grades, talk to your guidance counselor about scholarships and about how your parents treat you. They Are There For A Reason. I know, it seems stupid, but listen to me. My sister-in-law who ive known for over 13 years killed herself jan. 2009, now my bro is on the verge of doing it too. Please please, think.|
|25 Mar 2009||Lindsey||Suicide is not the answer. At 13, I know that you may feel that life is over and some of you may be experiencing painful and undeserving problems in life, but trust me... as my great grandma used to say, "This too shall pass" Life will get better. I used to be depressed and suicidal as a teenager. I had a lot of issues, but as I grew older things got better. Trust me you have not found your true meaning in life and experienced true joy until you have had a child. I hate to say it, but at 13, you have not experienced even a fracture of what life has to offer you. Dont give that up... suicide is forever. That may sound like what everybody says, but think of the magnitude of what forever really means.|
|25 Mar 2009||Jennifer||The best way to kill yourself when you're 13 is to believe that you've already lived a life. You're 13!!!! Your life is barely starting. You're not even afforded the awesome freedoms of adulthood. Wait till you have lived. If you're being abused, raped or experiencing true horrid pain, just cling to hope. There is always hope. I was suicidal when I was a teen. I tried to kill myself but failed. Then, slowly over time 3 of my close friends commit suicide. Seeing what happens after suicide was so excruciatingly painful that I would never hate anyone enough to do that to them. My best friend killed herself while abroad 6 years ago and it still tears me up inside. The part that really pisses me off though is that I'm older than her now and she was still really young. Life is about living as long as you can. Yes it sucks many many many times but in the end, fuck em all. Just be yourself. Instead of giving up, think of clever ways to be indifferent to the pain till you can address it later.|
|24 Mar 2009||Joseph||There is no "Best Way " to kill yourself.
It might end for you , but for other it just keeps going, they're hurt, everyone else is hurt, Hell I wanna kill myself right now too, but Im here for my family and friends.
You Kill More Souls Than People when you commit suicide.
|23 Mar 2009||FantasyChica||Ive been reading a lot of the things on this site, I found it while looking for the bets way to kill myself on Google. To start, I am 13 though to some I seem older. I have thought about suicide many times, and I have cut myself before. Both my parents are alcoholics, though theyd hide it well if you ever met them. My dad abuses me, verbally and physically. My mother sits by and watches. Im not depressed... but im hurt. I write poetry and thought the audiences reading this would enjoy it... so here it goes
Im dieing here in this spot at this moment Im falling apart and ripping my hair out and spinning in circles and falling to the floor. I cant think anymore I cant write and I cant see the tears are blinding me I want to give up but some wont let go Theyre holding my hand and begging me please theyre saying no. I try to scream but no sound comes out No one would miss me I dont really count I cant hold onto anything Im tied with ropes they wont let me float its likes im in jail handcuffs and all they point and laugh they push me I fall theres no getting up theyre keeping me down My entire life, a smile, turned into a frown.
I hope anybody reading this enjoyed it, and if you wish to contact me and talk, id enjoy it.
|23 Mar 2009||Soph||I don't want to sound preachy by saying i know how you must be feeling but i do. Over the last year i myself have tried to kill myself about 7 times. Trust me it's not the best way to deal with whatever problems you might be having, it makes them 10 times worse. Its the same with self harming, that doesn't help the issues although it might seem so at the time.|
|22 Mar 2009||jj||I dont know,when I was 13 ,I tried soap thinking it will kill.
I think another way to put it is that we are tired of living-living is tough,demanding and stressful and often does not work out well.
We look back and we look like fools,most of our life we made fools of ourselves.
How do we end this life as we lose interest in living?
My father said he wants to die,he is old and his friends are either dead or sick or senile,younger folks dont want to be with him and he is lonely and he is tired,same old same old thing every day,try reading?he has read so much he does not want to know anything anymore,he has lived thru it all,so why is he still alive?as he is healthy.and thats a punishment if you are healthy and last man left standing.