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.

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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?
03 Dec 2007   well whats the point in saying dont kill yourself please dont cause quite frankly ur not going to listen cause you want it so much, it is your day its your night u eat sleep n breath it so why dont you swallow around 60 paracetomol easy to do but fucking painful when your kidneys and liver begin to fail. try choacking yourself hey its not possible so you cant do it. try hanging but if you change your mind theres no way out. try jumping from large heights but its not fool proof you could end up living paralyzed really what im getting at is its not worth it it starts out at first as a suicide attempt and slowly you get addicted it becomes an impulsion like cutting your wrists ar taking drugs believe me i know i was firstly diagnosed at 9yrs old and im now 17 8 years on and its still hell but i have to face one thing alot dont i cant be cured my impulsions take over and theres nothing i can do its too late for me dont let it be for you
01 Dec 2007 in hell already I wish i can tell what is the best way to kill oneself when you're under 13. I mean there are all these difficulties - parents, school, relatives and friends. They don't particularly understand you or care to, but they certainly care enough to take their precious time to say or do something hurtful to you. They don't think as far as wondering whether what they've said or done affected your emotions, or hurt your feelings. They don't have time to think of you as a human being like themselves. And parents only tell you to do what they don't do. Be good, strong, dont cry, complain. Don't have anything good to say, say nothing. Be smart, don't argue. God, does that piss me off. I tried to end my life a few times when i was 12-14. failed. Took some pills i didn't know what they were, ended up throwing up for the next day or so. Tried to slit my wrists, but couldn't cut deep enough. Something in me says no, i can't. I am 22 now and feel as horrible as ever! Talking about suicide pisses other people off. The few times i tried it ended up in having people get angry at me. Apparently that means that they care, but god does it make it worse in my head! they care about the other part of me, not the one that is in pain and needs help. Now that the suicide is the only thing on my mind i can't talk to people about other things. Keeping my head above the water is too much of an effort. My resourses are run out. I've done my part in fulfilling my duty as a daughter. I've finished education with satisfaction. Most people seem to respect me now. I'm independant. Nobody's bullying me. And i just want to dissapear. Walk out. I have looked and prayed and cried for life purpose, reason, and nothing. I got "adopted" and was loved and then got kicked out for being so depressive and miserable. It doesn't get better. I am waiting for time when there's not going to be anybody whom i could do anything for. When i can leave the fear that there may be something else i could do in my life which i would regret not doing had i walked out now.
I can't give advise on suicide, but nor can i give advise on life. I can only say that if you are there, people for whom death is right there facing them, within a hand reach, then i am not alone and nor are you. Because we're on the same spot. Death is one but there's more than one of us.

Is this right?
27 Nov 2007 combat barbie hey all i never thought that i would have ever thought about taking my own life, but i did and the other night i almost went through with it. it was hard but i thought about all the accomplishments that i have made, i mean i have a daughter and a beautiful one at that, ive been to iraq and i made it back alive. i was a good soldier and a great mom and for a minute i almost let that all go. i want to thank everyone for their support, al the emails and the concer from people that i dont even know. it was amazing! a life changing experience. thank you all! if anyone is thinking about commiting suicide please dont its really not worth it! there are people to help!
27 Nov 2007 ian I am 21, my first memories of feeling depressed date to the fifth grade. I had thoughts of hurting myself, and other schoolmates in the seventh grade. Since then, the only progress made is now I don't want to hurt anybody but myself, because it is not right or fair to hurt somebody else. The only happiness I found was a 2 year long relationship, I put so much into it that when I was dumped suddenly I never dated, or attempted to again. I have no desire for sex, children, love, relationships, companionship. I can have the greatest day, with everyone being nice, with me receiving positive reinforcement, love from others, money, whatever it may be. And I will still go home and feel empty, sad, unappreciated. I am too paranoid, others are not nice to me because they want to be, but because they feel they have to be, or don't want to directly insult me. I know I am smart, I have always been, and I have thought logically about life and death. Why go on when, even when I get exactly what I want, it is never enough? I can't help the greed I feel, I can't help the chemical imbalance that causes my depression and anxiety. Everytime I feel I do the right thing, I end up regretting it. I'm glad for the experiences I've had since my first suicide contemplation, and I know there will be many more good times to be had, but do I want to bother with them? Should I wait for them to happen? Are they worth experiencing when I'm just going to cry about it the first chance I get? I can be happy, with nothing going wrong, then a few minutes later, for no reason at all, I will want to hide myself away, in a small room alone, and cry. I sneak into the bathroom at work sometimes just so nobody will see me break apart. I've opened up to "good friends", I've been so psychiatrists, I've taken the meds, and nothing works. Nothing seems to free me of this. I'd rather not feel anything at all, than feel the feelings (good and bad) of life. I've been used by others to get closer to other people I know, for my material possessions, as a last resort, for comedic purposes, all unappreciated in the end. I will call or text friends who I see regularly, and not so regularly, just to ask how they are doing. I have never had anyone do that for me. I can't bear to be close with my family, I can't bear to have those connections. They have never expressed love for me, even if they do, I will never express love for them, even if I do. I know my suicide would hurt them, but, because of how I am, I somehow don't care. I have given and given, but never received. I only found happiness once, and now I can never trust enough to get into that situation again. I don't believe in religion, and if I'm wrong, oh well, I'll burn in Hell, but there's so many contradictions of the Bible, so many OTHER religions/societies with the exact same stories that the Bible stole (the story of Jesus has been told millions of times with other prophets), so no Bible quotes or religious reasoning will change me. I tried to accept Jesus once, and it was a complete joke. I am not sure if, or when I will kill myself, but I think about it daily. And a train seems to be the most sure way to do it, I've never heard of anyone surviving standing in the middle of an Amtrak's path.
26 Nov 2007 seasha2003 Sometimes life sucks, but whether you relize it or not there is always someone who cares or you taking your own life will affect someone. It may not seem like it but there is. It could be friend, a teacher, co-worker, a class mate that you did not know that they even knew you. Believe it or not there are always people worse off then you are. I had a friend that tried to commit suicde because her husband left her for something she did wrong in their marriage that was bad enough for her to try and leave her ex-husband and her 2 kids behind. Personally I have had a lot worse happen to me. I was rapped,I had my jaw broken, a knife to my throat and lived in an abusive relationship for 5 yrs. On top of that the guy I was in an abusive relationship with was abusive to one of our kids. I have been away from my kids for about 5 months do to my job. I dont know when the next time I will to get to see them. Bottom Line someone always has it worse, you may not think so. The one thing that got me through and still gets me through is knowing that one person cares. You may not know them, but someone does and if they didn't you wouldn't have people on here saying it's not worth it. People care.
25 Nov 2007 MOM SNOW you precious tormented children ....I HAVE BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH IN LIFE ...THE HURTS TEARS AND SUFFERING BUT ALSO THE HAPPINESS OF RAISING CHILDREN ..AND KNOWING HOW TO LOVE AND FORGIVE THINGS PEOPLE DO AT TIMES TO HURT YOU...LIFE HAS ITS GOOD AND BAD THINGS .IT TAKES GUTS TO LIVE IN THIS WORLD ..BUT AS YOU GET OLDER YOU LOOK BACK AND REMEMBER YOUR THOUGHTS OF WANTING TO TAKE YOUR LIFE..AND THEN THANK GOD YOU DIDN'T ..YOUR SPECIAL AND YOUR LOVED ...NO MATTER WHAT ..GOD LOVES YOU ...BELIEVE IT OR NOT.....I GREW UP BEING AN UNWANTED CHILD..BUT I DIDN'T SIT IN A CORNER AND COMPLAIN OR EVEN THINK OF KILLING MYSELF...I WAS PUT IN ONE FOSTER HOME AFTER ANOTHER...BUT KIDS , I MADE I BY KEEPING BUSY ..HAVING GOOD FRIENDS THEN CHILDREN OF MY OUN....MUCH TO MY SHOCK AND SURPRISE MY OLDEST SON SHOT AND KILLED HIMSELF...HE WAS SPERATED FORM HIS WIFE AND KEPT TRYING TO MAKE UP.....HIS HURT WAS SO BAD HE TOOK THIS WAY OUT TO HEAL HIS PAIN..BUT HE WILL NEVER KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE LOVED AND CARED FOR HIM ...BROKEN HEARTS DO MAKE PEOPLE DO THINGS LIKE THIS..(KILLING THEMSELVES) BUT ITS NOT THE ANSWER FOR PROBLEMS...GETTIING HELP AND TALKING TO SOMEONE THAT CAN HELP YOU IS THE BEST THING....THERE IS ALWAYS SOMEONE YOU CAN TALK TO..GO TO YOUR PRIEST OT PASTOR ..BUT PUT THOUGHTS OUT OF YOUR MIND OF KILLING YOURSELF AS ITS NOT THE ANSWER...LIFE IS TOO PRECIOUS ....GOD DOSEN'T MAKE JUNK AND WHEN HE MADE YOU HE MADE SOMEBODY SPECIAL..THERES NOONE JUST LIKE YOU...AND YOU WILL LIVE FOREVER ..IT DEPENDS ON YOUR CHOISES HERE ON EARTH..AND YES MY DEAR CHILDREN OF ANY AGE , YOU WILL LIVE IN HEAVEN OR HELL....GOD IS REAL .....WHEN I HEAR SOME OF YOU CURSING ..I SEE AN ANGRY HURTING PERSON.....THIS IS HOW MY SON GOT...HE WAS ANGRY AT EVERYTHING AND EVERYBODY...GOD DIDN'T PROMICE US A ROSE GARDEN HERE ..BUT HE DID GIVE US STRENGTH TO GET THROUGH THE BAD TIMES ...I WILL PRAY FOR YOU ALL AND WISH I WAS THERE TO HUG EACH ONE OF YOU TO GIVE YOU COURAGE TO FACE YOUR HURT AND NOT GIVE UP....YEAH LIFE DOSEN'T SEEM FAIR AS I LEARNED THIS PAST WEEK LOOSING MY SON IN SUCH AN AWFUL WAY...BUT NOW I HAVE TO TRY GO ON WITHOUT THAT BEAUTIFUL MAN....MY PRECIOUS SON) SO BE BRAVE NOW AND P[ICK YOURSELF UP ,WIPE THE TEARS FROM YOU EYES AND BE BRAVE TO FACE TOMORROW...GOD BLESS YOU AND HOPE YOUR GOING TO BE OK ..I May not know you but i will still pray for you....mom snow
20 Nov 2007 Joe Condren There isn't a best way to kill yourself. The human mind always dwells on negative thoughts and people tend to remember those thoughts over the good ones.
If your considering suicide then you should do this first;
Phone your friends. If You have no friends then talk to the people that provided you with your bed , a computer to type your questions into. If they didn't love you at one point then you wouldn't have a computer , a bed etc.
Suicide is giving up. Its selfish. I bet you have never seen people smiling at a funeral. And i don't think they will be smiling at any of yours.
Don't say people don't care about you because nobody would bother trying to keep you all alive on this website.
I'm 16 and i nearly overdosed yesterday. I cheated on my girlfriend and , trust me , its not a proud feeling. But the thing is she begged me to go back out with her. She said that i gave her the happiest 9 months of her life and she would like to try again. Its not the only reason to live but its a big one.
So if your going to kill yourself , think about others that maybe care about you.
Chow for now.
19 Nov 2007 Dypthericholy To all who meander about on the earth, searching for the meaning to life and humanity...This is it: We eat, we shit, we fuck, and then we die. There is no afterlife, there is no God. Hope? Make it yourself. Purpose? Make it yourself. My name is James and I have attempted suicide many times. My arms are scarred, and I know intimately the taste of charcoal, and most days I still don't know whether or not I'd be better off dead. But if you want my anti-suicide advice it is this: Wouldn't you like to continue eating, shitting, and fucking? That's all there is to life, after all. If you can love that, you can make it. You certainly don't have to love yourself. I don't.
17 Nov 2007   I am a suicide survivor. My son committed suicide and I just want to die. Last week I put a belt around my neck and I almost killed myself. I miss my baby boy so much more than anything in this world!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why did he do this to me? The pain is so horrific I just want to be with my baby boy. I will never never be happy again in my life until the day I die.
16 Nov 2007 witheld I find it hard to go out, Im 31 and married. I dont expect anyone to understand that, so thats fair enough. But occasionally the thought of ending my life does cross my mind, although Ive never tried. It would be so much easier than living like this. I have the woman-from-hell living on my street, who really does make my life hell whenever she sees me, snide comments, nasty looks, half-threats etc. Id expect that of a 12 year old, not a grown woman, even though she IS a chav. I live in a tiny village, so cant blend in like in say, London. I dread going to get my kids from school, knowing I'll see her there. I cant see my life getting better.
12 Nov 2007 tina hey. i came to this site like years ago, man. mouchette has been 13 for the past few years. who is mouchette? no idea. i've gone through abuse, was mentally unstable, and suicidal. got locked up in a psyche ward for a week. life is what you make of it. suicide is weak. its basically telling everyone you give up. but really, think about it. what is it that makes you so depressed? or angry? figure out what it is that makes you feel that way and overcome it. that's life. that's strength. i still live with an abusive father, but i'm working on it. i have a case filed out and hopefully my therapist and social worker can help me move out. you only get one life. if it's fucked up, don't whine about it. nobody can fix it for you. find support. find help. get yourself back in your game. find out what makes you tick. suicide can really eat away at your insides and make you feel like total shit. i know, and i've been there. you're too tired. too empty. and you feel alone. find reasons, and the small things that can pull you free. you only get one life, and be anything you want. seriously. that was me right there. life can't get me down, because seriously, i'm winning. you can email me if you need somebody to talk to.
09 Nov 2007 Casey I wish my sister had known how beautiful, smart and talented she was. Everyone else could see it- But she still chose to end her life before she'd even left high school. In the year that followed her death I watched my mother age 20 years in one, I would cry so hard I would vomit, and my daughter will never know her wonderful auntie. Bad stuff passes- and your left with the wonderful . I know my sister would regret her decision so much now when she's missed out on everything. When it feels like no one would even care if you're gone in reality you will break at least 20 peoples hearts. Just take one day at a time and I promise it will get better.
09 Nov 2007 Jammy It made me cry reading these answers. I tried it 3 years ago and I assure you it was terrible. I ended up having to see a Psychiatrist and its taken me 3 years to feel better. The feelings creep up on me every now and again but I go and talk to my doctor about it and she is really helpful. Please seek help and don't suffer.
08 Nov 2007 lisa If you are seriously thinking of killing yourself, then you MUST talk to someone. I was very suicidal starting at age 13. In my early 20's I finally told my mother and she got me a Christian counselor. This counselor talked with me every week for 2 years. during the time I spoke to her, she had me tested to see if medication would help me. I went on the medication and I have been on it ever since. I'm now 30. I have not had one days worth of depression or suicidal thought since then. Some people don't have enough seratonin in their brains. If they don't, they will be very depressed and unable to cope with their problems. You may be one of these people. Don't kill yourself until you find out. Good Luck!
05 Nov 2007 brad hi its me again and i just want to let mouchette know that even thought maybe ur life is dreadful and painfilled...ur lucky that u have life so many of my loved ones have died and i really dont appreciate that u want to kill yourself when ur fine u dont have cancer or anything at all so quit complaning this is not funny suicide is no joke at all so stop being so stupid u are all blessed because u guys are fine this note may not mean anything to any of u but i am really mad that u guys are thinking of suicide enjoy life! (its so short)
05 Nov 2007 brad well there is endless ways to kill yourself....and sometimes life is just not fair and hatefull.i dont recommednd 4 som1 to kill them selves but who am i to tell them right?so if u want to end ur painful life nice and easy without pain at all u can leave the stove on and let the gas fill the room and u will die nice and easy because of overdose on gas chemical..i know this because i almost ended my life and my best friend actually died because of this i was in a coma for 3 years.once again im no one to tell any of you wat to do but if u like take my advice.=)
05 Nov 2007 BaZaaR Trois personnes que j'aimais énormément se sont enlevé la vie au cours des 6 dernières années.

2001 - Mon père
Je crois que la maladie mentale a eu raison de lui. Parfois, il se sentait suivi, épié, regardé ; souvent, il se sentait seul ; par moment, il devenait une autre personne ; un jour, une chose le faisait rire, l'autre jour cette même chose le faisait pleurer. Il était pris dans un monde de contradictions où il ne semblait plus trouver sa place. La mort fut son choix. Sa vie, il n'en avait plus le conrôle. Il a cependant eu le contrôle sur une chose : sa mort.

Son kit de suicide : barbituriques en quantité monstre.

2004 - Mon ami A.
A. avait connu de graves problèmes à l'adolescence. Il ne voulait plus manger parce qu'il se trouvait laid. Il croyait que pour être aimé, il fallait être mince. En même temps qu'il maigrissait, il commencait, petit à petit, à changer d'attitude envers les gens : mentir sur sa vie, sur son alimentation, sur ses fréquentations et sur son usage de plus en plus marqué de cocaïne. Mythomane professionnel, il cherchait l'amour dans le mensonge. L'amour, il l'a cherché, mais ne l'a jamais vraiment trouvé. Des relations multipliés, des relations physiques, sans plus. Je pense que personne ne l'aura jamais connu comme je le connaissais... Sa vie, il la racontait différemment à chaque personne. C'était sa façon personnelle et particulière de devenir important au yeux de quelqu'un. Un matin, je reçois un appel de ses parents. À ses pendu dans le garage durant la nuit. Un mal d'être inguérissable pourrait-on croire... Un geste irréfléchi sur l'effet de la cocaïne ? Je ne crois pas. C'était pour lui sa façon de se détacher de ce corps qui s'était dressé comme un mur de béton entre lui et l'Autre.

Son kit de suicide : un cable électrique accroché au plafond du garage.

2005 - Mon ami M.

Mon ami M. était avec mon ami A. le soir de sa mort. Tous deux en quête d'amour dans un nightclub, ils s'étaient séparés en fin de soirée alors que, fidèle à son habitude, A. devait quitté la discothèque parce qu'il ne se "sentait pas bien", parce que tout-à-coup il voulait disparaître du regard des autres qui lui était insupportable. M. laissa A. retourner chez lui et retourna faire la fête dans le club. Nous étions tous un peu habitué aux réactions soudaines de A.

Le soir là, A. est mort et M. ne s'est jamais pardonné de l'avoir laissé partir seul du club ce soir là. S'en est suivi le départ de M. pour une autre ville afin de se faire une nouvelle vie à Montréal. Bien que nous étions proches, je ne connaissais que peu de choses sur ces états d'âme. Il était toujours souriant. On m'avait pourtant dit qu'il pleurait souvent. Moi, je ne l'avait jamais vu pleuré. Il semble que la mort de A. l'avait affecté à un tel point qu'il lui était impossible d'accepter la mort de son ami. Son déménagement nous a éloigé.

Un an plus tard, bien que nous nous sommes parlé à l'occasion, M. Revient dans ma région et pour une dernière fois, nous avons été prendre un verre et discuter ensemble. Il me semblait bien triste et il disait ne pas savoir où sa vie le menait. Un mois plus tard, M. est retrouvé mort dans sa chambre, chez ses parent, pendu lui aussi. À son poignet, le bracelet noir et blanc que A. portait le jour de sa mort.

Son kit de suicide : une corde toute simple.

Et moi là-dedans, et bien moi je n'ai jamais jamais oublié le corps mort de mon père lorsque je suis allé l'identifié à la morgue. Son corps noir et bleu, le sang séché qui lui était sorti du nez. Malgré cette image d'horreur, je voyais sur son visage une expression de quiétude et de délivrance. Il avait l'air bien. Je n'oublirai jamais le corps embaumé de mon ami A. qui semblait si peu naturel, comme un mannequin de cire, lorsque nous sommes allé le voir au salon funéraire, mais que j'aurai aimé voir se lever de son cercueil pour qu'il puisse constater à quel point il était aimé de ses proches. Je n'oublierai jamais ce que le prêtre à dit à la fin de son discours sur mon ami M. lorsqu'il a dit "Ton ami t'attend en haut, tu vas enfin pouvoir le rejoindre.".

Je suis probablement l'une de rare personne en se monde qui ne condamne pas le suicide. Je crois que ces personnes ne se sont peut-être pas senties assez armées pour livrer le combat de la vie et qu'elle ont décidées, à leur façon très personnelle, de chercher quelque chose de mieux pour elles. Quelque chose qui n'est pas corporel, quelque chose qui n'est pas matériel.

Il y a des blessures qui ne guérissent pas, quoi que l'on puisse en dire. Moi, j'ai fait le choix de vivre et d'accepter le choix de la mort de la part de ceux que j'aime. Ma vie, je veux la vivre avec ma joie, mes peines, mes blessures, mes plaies ouvertes et cicatrisées, mes petits bonheurs, mes regrets, mes souvenirs, mes morts, mes désirs. Je ne crois pas que ces expériences soient plus ou moins des motifs valables de choisir la vie que ceux qui ont fait le choix d'aller voir ce qu'il y a ailleurs, après la vie, telle qu'on la connait.

Je respecte le choix de ces gens que j'ai aimé. Je ne le comprends pas, mais qui suis-je pour les juger ?
31 Oct 2007 Toni To the 13-year-old that wants to kill him/her-self: DON'T!!! I felt that way for years. I grew up believing that no-one loved me, and that I was better off dead. I'm 27 now, and I still look at suicide pages to see if anyone thinks I'll still go to heaven if I commit suicide. I've never been picked as anyone's favorite person or BFF, but I'm sure you have a best friend, which is more than some people have. Sure, your mom seems uncaring, but I think she feels that if she ignores it, it'll stop you from thinking about it, or wanting to carry it out. That doesn't mean she doesn't love you, she's just in denial. Baby, you've got your whole life ahead of you, and you'll still meet so many people who'll get to know you and love you just as you are, so, please, don't give up on life yet till you've experienced all that is coming to you. What I think you should do now is try to get to know and love yourself, cos no one will love you if you don't love or respect yourself first. Please try.
28 Oct 2007 sarah become an overweight White middle class American kid with conservative parents and a big room all to yourself so you can sit in it everyday after school alone and drive yourself mad with selfpity and sel hatred all in one. Then do something stupid and self and never realize how huge the world is and that if only you had waited to grow up a little you would've been old enough to watch American Beauty and Girl Interrupted and felt better about the fact that pain is beautiful adn we all deal and that's how we connect in the first place with one another. Pointless?? Only the old man on his death bed can truly testify to that. So go ask him, see what he says.
26 Oct 2007 rana I have been into this site like a hundred times and I've read alot of the comments,feelings and issues people have. Yeh maybe suicide is stupid, maybe it's wrong, maybe it hurts others. We might all be here for some reason or purpose or maybe not. Suicide could be a solution or could not. The truth is what everyone is saying is just words. Just their opinion and what they think. Yes I have good days, bad days, days when the world needs me, days when everyone would be better off without me. Most of all what I've noticed when reading everyones thoughts is a recurring theme. You've got people who just write what they write just to pass some time. You've got the potential suiciders who are blaming little or big reasons for their suicide attempts or feelings. Whether it be people around them, the way they look, what someone has done or said. You've got the good samaritans trying to save the would be suiciders. Then you've got the anti suiciders who are just pissed off. Why, only God knows. It's not like they will change anything by being pissed off.
I have all these feelings that the potential suiciders talk about. Sometimes I surprise myself that I'm still here. I think I'm too chicken to do anything like committ suicide, although I think about it all the time. Or maybe it's just that I don't really want to do it. I might not be at that point where I can't take it anymore.

Basically I belive depression is a disease. Nobody can tell you it's right or wrong because you can't help the feelings you are having. It's an illness that eats away at you until you can't take it anymore. This leads to suicide. There is no right or wrong in this situation. There is no accurate description or solution. There is no one treatment and there is not one person or situation to blame. Everything that we find to blame is just a catalyst. Words are words and opinions are opinions and nothing more.

When you get to this state of mind and you want to end it all nothing makes sense and nothing is real and whatever anyone says it just doesn't make a difference. What each person needs to decide is what they will do about it. If a friend tells you they want to end all are you going to get pissed off and not understand. If you think it's all over are you going to end it all. Or maybe you can recognise it's an illness and try and get some help. At the end of the day if the help you get doesn't work then you always have the option of ending all, but you never have the option of taking it back.

I totally understand any decision any person makes because at the end of the day it's their life and they know how much they can or can't handle. For anone who is against suicide let me tell you this. There is nothing in the world worse than waking up and feeling dread.Not being able to look in the mirror. Hating every word you speak or someone else speaks. Living in a bubble where nobody understands you. Hating yourself or the world to a point where you don't want anyone looking at you, talking to you. Feeling like you want to crawl out of your skin. The rotten feeling in the pit of your stomach or the feeling of dread in your heart. Sometimes you can snap out of it if things are really good, but as soon as something goes bad again he feeling returns with a vengeance.Thinking of death is the only sane thing, the only thing that will help you escape from how you feel. You will not be able to suffer or feel this pain anymore if you end it all. If other people will suffer as a result of your death is not real, if you are in this state of mind. If your life is no longer important then how can other people's suffering be important. You need to feel for people who see suicide as their only option, because it is a living hell in that big black bleak hole.

ITS CALLED DEPRESSION GUYS. I KNOW BECAUSE I FEEL IT AND ALTHOUGH I HAVEN'T BEEN DIAGNOSED I'M SMART ENOUGH TO KNOW WHAT IT IS.

And yes there is medication for it, and yeh maybe things will help if you look for a solution and yeh maybe suicide does feel like your only option.

Just remember, whether you are suffering as a result of someone who has ended their life or you are thinking of killing yourself, you are not alone. Hundreds of thousands of people are going through the same thing every second. There is no right or wrong, but at the end of the day if you try and help yourself and it doesn't quite go the way you want it you can STILL KILL YOURSELF. So maybe theres no harm in trying to get help. But what would I know. Because these are just my words, my thoughts and my feelings.

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