|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?
|15 Jul 2007||SizzerZ||Guys... there is no reason to kill yourself under thirteen. If the world is screwing you over, screw the world. I went through the whole suicide thing and i found that after i stopped thinking about it and learnt to move on it got so much easier. why kill yourself so young?!|
|15 Jul 2007||anonymous||i'm 30 & i've bin obsessed with suicide scince i waz 10!
I tried swallowing every chemicaly perscribed pill in the house (not knowing what they were) that didn't work all that happened waz that i just went a little funny in the head. i found my comfort zone in grave yards.
My mother never noticed there were 5 kids 2 take care of people just thought i was weird & tossed me aside 99.9% of the time.
I tried swallowing rat poison when i was 15 it was a wet white powder form i rolled up in tiny balls & swallowed it has no taste my father was a pest controller.
All i remember of swallowing that poison was feeling incredibly drunk & trying 2 drink tea then all of a sudden i'm in a hospital bed being wheeled into a room so that didn't work either i felt no pain but i was saved, that pissed me off.
I tried alcohol poisoning at 16 & that didn't work! sniffing petrol at 17 & that didn't work.
I never stopped wanting 2 die I've bin depressed my whole life!
from age 22 - 30 my mum died & i broke up with my boyfriend, i tried 150 Ziabams (or how eva ya spell it) & a whole bottle of vodca.
I ended up drenced in a puddle of my own vomit & chocking 4 air & a suicide note i couldn't even read it was so wobbly my pen barely touched the paper when i was high.
I made 2 attemps of slashing my wrists after another two relationship breakups, 1st one left scars but wasn't that deep but the last & final time i felt it like an electric shock & ended up in hospital 4 a night, lack of sleep & shrinks comming 2 my door every day.
i'm lucky i didn't do any nerve damage but for a while my two middle fingers on the surface were numb so needless 2 say that didn't work either after 30 years & all that hate, rage & suffering i'm alive 2 tell those that want 2 kill themselves that it's probably not going 2 work & nobody cares anyway i'm normal looking i have a normal job & a normal education nobody suspects a thing i could be your check out chick at the grocery store or good looking nextdoor neighbour with the awesome car the world is full of ghosts of the past and it's frightening but if ur thinking of killing yourself make sure u give urself time first don't end up like me, single, alone, angry & closed up.
|11 Jul 2007||silver star||To all the people who are yelling and swearing at the people who are actullay going to commit suicide you should stop it and start helping them. you are doing nothing by sitting on your arses and yelling. these people need help and by supporting them through this you could save an innocent lyf from being lost.|
|10 Jul 2007||Hemi Tipene||My considering points for suicide is that many are under depression and under a lot stress, but many at this age wonder why has this happened to me?? we only look at the negatives in our situations but never the positives, most of all people who suffer by this word suicide we are under threat, by experience seeing and being i have known that it can and will be hard and never easy to bear, and yes talking to people about feeling this way isnt easy but there is one person that can help you and that is yourself. Know this that only you are the one that can make yourself better and know that the only way that life gets easy is by the way you deal with it, it says that life is controlled on the basis of what we do with it. If you only just look real deep into yourself and see what you have to offer then make something out of it, for we are all created in the works of talent, each and everyone of us has something to offer and we may not have the same as everyone else but we are all equal and can give just as much as another. so before you think about this word SUICIDE think about what you can do to make this word change into happiness by looking inside yourself and changing the good into bad and one more thing it is not bad to ask for help........
Peace be with you.
|07 Jul 2007||alex N||hey, i really wanna die, i feel that this is the end of my life and i just dont see the point in going on, i mean, it only gets worse, i am 16 and i have already tried 2 kill myself 18 times, even 90 aspirin didnt work, a few months ago i was diognosed with server clinical depression, i am on prozac but that doesnt help at all. i just wanna die. can someone give me some tips. i wanna know what the best way 2 slit ur wrists is, or how does antifreeze kill you, is it painfull. i live in plymouth uk, so it is pretty impossible for me to get a gun. im stuck on the edege of this ball and chain, and im on my way back DOWN, Stood on a bridge, tied to the noose
Sick to the stomach.
this is the end for me, the only think thats keeping me here is a girl who i really love, but she will never feel the same. im on the edge of breaking and i just want to die, to end it all. goodbye to me............and my life
|02 Jul 2007||Bonnie||I think that many people are afraid to talk to someone because of the stigma that goes along with suicide. For me, asking my parents to talk to someone was scarier than the thought of killing myself. When I finally did it, I felt like a weight was taken off of my shoulders. I had finally let someone else know what had been plauging me. I think talking to someone was the best thing I could have done. The person that I talk to does not tell me how to live but helps me learn to cope. Life is hard for everyone, but you would be suprised how many people do love you (even if you dont think so AT ALL). When you are under 13 you have so much to live for. Please talk to someone about it that can help you. A friend, a teacher, counselor, parent, hotline. You would be surprised what you find out is in you. Good luck! I hope you start to feel better. It is hard, but you seem to be a strong person. Find love because it is there|
|02 Jul 2007||caroline||so i ended up on a site i have never heard of but i geuss now i'm here. no one wants to kill themselves deep down they just want the pain to stop. no one wants to lose a loved one to suicide, but not many people can stop it. not many people can say that they have survived hell and lived to tell their story, unfortunatley i'm not one of those people. for a while i thought i had survived hell, then i realised that it was jus disguising itself and really i was in deeper than i ever have been, so yes i have experience on attempted suicide and yes i have the scars, however one thing i didn't realise i had was a life. so no matter how crap you think life is, jus keep thinking, yeah it can get worse, but it can also get a lot better. hang on in there and you'll be okay.|
|02 Jul 2007||Em||I've been there and done that. In reality your not hurting yourself your hurting the ones that LOVE and CARE about you. It may seem like that they don't care, but trust me they really do. All you have to do is have some faith and beleve that your special. I once had an experience where I tired and beleve me I saw the light, but my Uncle had told me to go back it wasn't my time. Since then I've been alot more happier and my family and friends are supporting me. I'm just greatful that I was givien a second chance at life. I got the help that I needed and I am very greatful that I'm hear.|
|01 Jul 2007||scyophra||whe i was 12 i tried. then, just before the end, i felt that all the bad was gone, if i wasn't alive anymore. and, like flipping a switch, i wasn't alive anymore. who was standing in my place? a clone, a fake, but someone who didn't have a reason to die, who didn't have the baggage dragging me down into my living hell.
it was surreal. like i had just found a quarter on an arcade game with an extra life already on it. i had a fresh start, like all the negativity had let me go, and i had finally let go of it.
and, eventhough i feel really bad right now, i won 21 years worth of living from that moment til now.
the day my friend killed himself, i felt as though i had died with him, once for every day we'd ever laughed, ever found a time to enjoy the endless days of our youth. it hurt so so so bad, and i felt miserable hating everyone who felt just as bad for losing him. it made me alone, useless, worthless.
even then, especially then, i couldn't die. i knew the consequences to everyone i loved.
and now, i'm a survivor, twice over.
does that make me any better? i know it doesn't. i've been to the back alleys of depression. i set up shop there. i thrive in the worst passions of anguish and self torment, not hoping, by writhing in despair. but it's my home, and i'm experienced on my territory.
believe there can be one useful trick left, that there is something worse than living, and it starts at the mistake of suicide.
you can thank my manic side for finding that out.
|29 Jun 2007||sam||my friend tried killin herself (pills) & it dident work she was rushed to the hospital.
DONDT KILL URSELF PEOPLE!!! ITS SELFISH!
|29 Jun 2007||sam||thats a retarded Q! dont kill ur self...|
|29 Jun 2007||sam||u people who want to kill ur self r so freakin selfish!!!!!!!!! dont do it!!!!!!!|
|29 Jun 2007||Esther||You can kill yourself in many ways. During the years I've been killed. From the inside. I've been bullied for eight years, I was raped by the only one I trusted, my mom got breast cancer, and now I'm on a thousand meds or something.
They pick labels.. They connect me to meds and diagnoses.. But the fact is my life just stinks. Yes, I'm trying hard not to die. But I ended up on this site anyway, didn't I?
I know you are dutch and just an adult male. You hid yourself behind a computer. Behind a stupid movie. I've done my research, yes. Why? Because no one is to be trusted. Because I'm bittered. Because I want to die.
And you do not know how that feels. How much pain can tear your heart apart. You don't know what it is to WANT to die. Really really really want to. That means you have absolutely NO right to make such a site. You aren't a person who can help someone.
You're just a coward.
You've got yourself in over you head. This is a world you do not understand. For you own sake, close the site. To be hearing all these kids will leave marks. Deep scars.
I'm 14 years old. I've tried to slid my wrists, choke myself, take an overdose, drown myself, I've even tried to hang myself. But it's about time I give up. Two years of fighting are behind me now.
|29 Jun 2007||Jess||wow reading all your guys' stories really made me feel for you guys. Just earlier today (err yesterday) I wanted nothing more than to just go away. Be completely erased off the face of this earth. I didn't care how ANYONE felt about it. I didn't care how sad they would be. Of course it was a selfish thought, to just take yourself away from people who love and/or need you. When I read about E's solution I realized that he, or she was absolutely right. Even if you have no one to love, or anyone that loves you there are still people that need you, regardless to how bad you may be feeling about yourself. I'm not going to lie to any of you readers and say that i'm never going to think about it again, because at particular moments I can't really help what i feel. But I'm not going to give you false hope either (not intentionally anyway). There is always a way out of this horrible feeling of wanting to go away permanently. Trust me, there's always at least one person that will understand what you're going through. Please don't commit suicide. I'm not trying to sound corny, but seriously be strong. you can get through it. I did. keep your head up. =]|
|28 Jun 2007||ramona D||a lot of teenagers go thru this. Im not opffering god cause i dont believe in god. But dont throw your life away at such a young age. I am 35 with 2 teenage children, a family that hates me cause im gay, an ex husband whose in jail for raping a 12 year old, 2 deadloy heart conditions, a death experience, a short time left to live, and i worry that my kids will have the same depressive issues. Parents dont fucking get it. they never see3m to. But one day youll be out of school and away from the assholes there and youll be away from the parents who probably are so preoccupied with their shit that they arent seeing the signs of your pain.at least wait till youre 25 and see what you can do with your life before making such a dramatic, end it all decision.|
|28 Jun 2007||mary||ive never really considered suicide until now, but for the past year and a half ive botteled up so many horrible things i just dont know what else to do. i dont want a therapist, i dont want to pay someone i dont know to tell me how to live my own life that i messed up.. but id like help from someone my own age. my friends just cant understand.. nothing like this has happened to them.
i am actually 14 years old now. when i was 13, i fell in love with a boy named sean who i thought was everything- apparently everything included his girlfriend, his need for sex, and his lies to get it from me. sean was also friends with a boy named jeff- who was the first guy to ever have interest in me, and the first guy i talked about sex with. he and i were in a relationship and had considered sex, but when i met his friends sean... i fell in love with his friend instead. ever since then jeff has hated me. for multiple months sean and i would sneak out to see each other, be in each others company, and because he wanted to- i would give into sex. when summer approached, i told him i couldnt have him lying to his girlfriend anymore, and i cut it off. that september, i met a new guy named chris. my relationship with him was more serious-- he was in love with me. i tried for so long to try and love him back, but i just couldnt. later on in our relationship, sean said he missed me. he said i was the best thing that had ever happened to him, i was his beautiful and brilliant dream girl.. i believed it.. but i knew i couldnt break up with chris. for months and months i talked to sean on the phone and on aim- but never saw him in person. in late december, a friend, her brother, her brother's friend and i went on a short 2 night trip. one of those nights, i got drunk with my friend's brother and his friend... 2 drunk guys and a girl. i was taken advantage of. my friend's mom found out that we got drunk- however she didnt find out that i was taken advantage of. and ive kept it that way. but when my friend's mom told my parents, my dad beat the shit out of me. that was the first time i had ever cheated and i didnt know what to tell chris, so i lied. everything was ok until months later in feburuary that i was dumb enough to go to a party with jeff, sean, and guy named parker. when i was drunk, i went to seans arms and just started bawling. i couldnt take it anymore. when sean left though to go throw up, jeff pulled me over to the side and took advantage of me. when i woke up the next morning, my dad found a bottle of left over champaign in my room and beat me again. at the time, i was in love with chris. but having now cheated twice, i knew i didnt deserve him. so i broke up with him. when my friends found out why i had broken up with him, and who i had cheated with (they hated sean).. they dumped me. i had lost my love for chris and my best friends. when chris and i werent together, i saw sean more and more. finally chris expressed his love to me and i went back to him... but i still loved sean. and i kept seeing sean. also about this time, one of my oldest and best friends completely back stabbed me. she told the school about my old sex life, about how i had cheated, and lies about how i hated everyone in the school.. when i whole middle school hates you because of what a "best" friend did... its hard to just suck it up. back to me and chris, a few weeks ago, he said he loved me more than anything in the world. recently i broke up with him. i didnt tell him why, i didnt want him to know. but my reason was because i dont deserve to be loved. not anymore. ive cheated to many times, ive done to him what sean did to me. having loved sean and him not love me back... i know exactly how chris feels. and now.. i just really want to die. im tired being taken advantage of. im tired of having love decieve me. im just tired now.
|27 Jun 2007||E||I just want to let everyone know I would have killed myself a long time ago if I didn't care so much about others. I used to use this phrase a lot, "I am such a pushover, I would let myself get hurt over and over again just to keep everyone else happy."
But.... reading this site made me realize that that's not the case. I think the thing everyone here who is hurting needs, is someone to care about. If you have someone you really love, someone you don't want to hurt no matter what, someone just to hang on to, then you will be okay. I have a few ideas, I mean, if you don't have anyone in real life to love and be loved.
1. You know those programs where you send money to kids in Africa or soldiers in Iraq? Well, maybe you could become penpals or something with someone there. Those people need you, and you need them. It goes hand in hand. If you kill yourself, then who will they have? You sure as hell don't want to hurt them!
2. Go on some sort of online chatroom. Not some weird one with sex and shit, just a chatroom with people your age. Find a few people you can just connect with. Maybe you all have the same religion or the same interests. Maybe even the same stories. If you all have each other, then you'll have something to hang on to. Even if one person in the group turns out to be an asshole, then at least you will have others.
Idk, just random ideas I thought of. People need people. I don't care (well, I do care) about how many times people have hurt you, if you search and search and put your heart and mind to it, then you will find someone to care about and be cared about.
I have C. If he dies, I'm screwed. But at least I have something to live for. Even if he dies, I might try to live his dream for him or come up with something of meaning. Find someone. Anyone. Just someone to love and care about. Then you will be okay.
I hope you all know I am totally serious about all of my ideas and my story.
|26 Jun 2007||Day||I have written on this sight once before a little while ago, but I thought I would post again since so much has happened since then. I have suffered from severe depression and anxiety since I was about ten years old. I would often feel such a severe hatred at myself as well as a deep sadness that seemed endless. Often I would find that this pain was unbearable and it also made me feel totally out of control, so I would hurt myself in a variety of ways such as cutting, banging my head, strangling myself, burning myself, even hurting myself sexually. I would let boys take advantage of me because I though it was a sign of love. Since I could not love myself I looked for love in different places. And these boys who I gave everything I had would always betray me and hurt me. I soon discovered that these boys only wanted my body and instead of this making me hate them I only started to hate myself more. After a horrible week I was in the bathroom prying the razor blades out of my razor. When one was loose I sat on the floor and slowly slit myself across the wrist savoring the pain and the feeling of my hot blood running down my arm. I cut again and again. Instead of my usual feeling of peace after the pain I only felt severe anxiety, I lost it and had a panic attack on the floor. Thats when I realized, I hated feeling this way, I HATED it more than anything else, so I called the one person I knew would help, my sister. She immediately told me to go get my brother (my parents where out.) I got him and he called my parents who then took me to childrens where the physiatrist ordered me to be hospitalized. I wont tell you about my week there because that would take pages and pages. I can tell you once thing: I did not leave there happy, but I left ready to become happy because I had regained that hope that had been deferred for so long that was the hope that there was something beyond my pain. I had to let go of that person who controlled me, something that I like to call my darker side and I had to let my lighter side take control. I had created this person who was fat and ugly and stupid and a failure and I was so sad because who wouldnt be when they are that horrible, but I realized that person is not I. I am slowly letting this person go. It is so hard when I feel horrible and sad and angry and all I want to do is to make myself hurt and bleed but I stop myself usually. I am learning how to get well. It is so god damn hard but I am doing it because feeling the way I have felt for so long is so god damn harder. So to all the people out there who dont feel people care I am not going to tell you they do because I KNOW what it is like to feel unloved, I am not going to tell you to get help for there sake but only for yours. I know it feels hopeless and I know that to get better you have to do all the work but I also know that the feeling of happiness that I have not felt for so long is going to be worth it all. I am not going to tell you that you have a wonderful life ahead of you because maybe you dont but I do know that you have wonderful days and weeks ahead so live for those. I am going to tell you to hope. In my room in the mental hospital there were all these notes and names written by these girls that had stayed there from years ago. It was like a terrible, sad, hopeful story. I put a simple message: Hope, because sometimes thats all you can do. Live, be at peace and be happy.|
|24 Jun 2007||Ella||I read this site and it makes me sad, I am a suicide survivor i attempted suicide last year and after a few days in icu at the hospital i came to, i would never think about doing it again seeing how much it affected all my family , just know people do care|
|24 Jun 2007||Depressed||Hi. I'll soon be 16 yrs old. I started cutting myself when my father left us, about 4 yrs ago. I got so angry at him. My mum was always crying and unhappy. It was awful.
Now when im older, i have an issue with talking about my problems. I keep my feelings inside. I get upset for almost everything. I have no real life. I've been gaining weight this last couple of years. I hate it.
I don't feel like i have any true friends. The ones that's ALWAYS there. She who i thought was my bessie, were willing to leave me because she didnt like one of my other friends. She was willing to not speak to me and just completely ignore me.
I've tried to kill myself. By cutting so much that i get really cold, and by taking pills. I steal pills from my grandma, mix them up and take them, hoping its enough to end this life. I've tried to drink many dangerous alcoholic drinks, and mixed it up with pills.
What im really trying to say is that IT'S REALLY NOT WORTH IT. We all have downtimes. It's not like i dont have any joy. I have a big family who i love very much, and i dont think i wanna miss out on their lives.
So dont miss out. Dont leave. Enjoy what you can enjoy. Its worth it.