|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?
|02 Jul 2005||BULLYS FUCK PEOPLE'S LIFES UP||Anyhow, Always being different and wanting to fit in, I became a bully''s target, emotionally, and, verbaly to a somewhat lesser extent, physically.
when someone did not like me growing up. I took it to heart really personal.
It was something that really upset everyday, i was scared to go to school.
I lost interest quickly,
If it was not for the bullying i would of done well my time in school I LITTERALLY DREADED getting out of bed early each morning to almost daily suffering and little or no learning in such an environment. dont well in my studys.
Even a certain teachers bullied me in there own way.( they said that i treated people like shit when i did not)
i got bullied for beibg ugly for fuck sake.
While I was lucky enough to make some friends who understood me, I cannot think of ONE family memeber who did not in some way hurt me intentionally. A family member even went so far as to set me up for something he did, in order to see me bear nasty consequences.(becasuse of are mad family) some thing else that really upset me.
Almost all the people I am now closest too are not what society would call family for the mere virtue of not being biologically related to me.
this is how i used to be at school: as a teenager:
My name is Someone and I want to tell you about myself. My name is not important, but I am DIFFERENT in life. I am wierd and ugly to lots of people. They don''t like me, etc. I am wierd and horrible looking. I will tell you I am different
because I have never had a friend or a boyfriend. I am too ugly for anyone. People in general. I don''t like nasty or nosey people. I have to deal with these everyday of my life.
They''re bullies and nasty people and plain nosey. I will never have a boyfriend is what they say. I''m too ugly. They laugh at me as I am ugly. They make me feel small when they feel BIG. Nobody to talk to, only you here. I''m hated because I''m ugly. I hate the people. I''m not their type. Spoiled and horrible is how I see a lot of people here. They are ALWAYS horrible. They always want to hurt the weakest one or something, they are JUST PLAIN NASTY. I don''t know why people are like it. I hate my looks and body. I have no friends because I am a real ugly person. The truth is I have been on my own since I was ugly and I am really ugly now. I am alone and it''s ok with me but I just wanted to let others know if you are an ugly person too with no friendship or relationships. My life has gone from bad to worse etc. I am ugly. The real truth is Noone cares about me. That''s the truth. Plans in my life have backfired and I am full of mistakes. I believe I an ugly because of my mistakes.
When I was a teenager I cut my wrists pretty badly. I never told anyone really. I had no real friends, but I lost a lot of blood. I am starving myself. I am skinny and I want to be thinner because I think I am too fat, even though I am thin. So I am starving myself and losing blood, all because I get bullied in my life. I find it hard to find an on-going job now and keep it. I''m bad tempered too. I am always tired because of life. People say to me get a life, you''re sad etc.
But they don''t understand me. How can they? They''re pretty. People think I don''t try making friends and all bad things that go on in my life is my fault. I''m screwed up. I will never trust people enough to have friends and I will never get married and have kids as I am screwed up inside and
out. I stay in the home most of the time as I am scared that bullying will still go on and it does. I just am one big scared cat. I guess I am just an ugly person. I always will be. Family don''t want me there or maybe I''m just one big baby. I am talking about having NO FRIENDs, not even in the family.
You can''t judge me until you see me. Thank you for your time.
i am not deformed or nothing i am just ugly that what people tell me.
can't beileve people can be so nasty.
look down at me like everything is my fault.
i wonder the people who bullied me are sorry for what they have done in my life.
read the other storys i have wrote doen on this site i will stop posting now.
ps: BULLYS FUCK PEOPLE'S LIFES UP.
NEVER LET THEM WIN THERE NOT WORTH IT OK.
Thank you for your time.
|01 Jul 2005||me again||Last year I had no real friends. The people who said they were my friends seemed to always have something mean to say to me. I walked around with my head down while people laughed and made fun of me. This year I was on the color guard on marching band. I made a lot of great friends and I started talking about my problems. Now color guard is over and I am depressed again! I cant sleep and I have nightmares. I dont want to eat. I feel hopeless.|
|01 Jul 2005||CJ||I live in fucking regret every day. I wallow in it. I am a loser, a geek, and ugly. Completely fucking ugly. I whine and bitch about my life and my circumstances. I expect you to listen and dont fucking CARE. The most arrogant bitch alive-- and probably also the most unfeeling, uncaring, and insensitive as well. I have a positive outlook toward self-hatred. It would do the world a favor if somebody would just fucking OFF me. I hate children and teenagers. I hate myself and I hate you. Everything arises from chaos and seeks order. I bleed, for you. I hate you because you aren't strong enough to hate yourself. Your pissy little world isn't enough for me. Own a cat i am a dog. I'm an idiot. I'm clumsy. I don't understand innuendo, subtlety, or hints. I've lied to, hurt, broken, lost, and desecrated everything and everyone that I've ever loved or who has ever loved me. Pack your fucking god and your fucking love up and get the fuck out. My job has eaten my soul. I love so many people who can never love me. I never had a soul. The concept is bullshit. I am a huge disappointment. I'm /ugly. I'm dishonest. I dream about being more than I am, but know it's only a dream. I realize that everyone has hated me for a long, long time. Drink alcohol and inbreed. I am powered by rage, and driven by anger. I want to find someone else like me. I want to harness the power of indifference, and learn what it means to really stop caring. I hate for you because you do not understand how to hate properly. If other people think you are grotesque, I want to know you. I can only assume I'll be alone forever. I see spots before my eyes. I don't drive a van. You just wouldn't fucking understand. Shit on my love for you. What you see as beauty I see as ugliness. Sickening the beautiful people would be justice enough. All my friends are gone, or going-- it appears that I'm destined to suffer through this in solitude. Throughout history, there have existed few people lazier than I. I'm am such a pathetic prick. I deserve this. I deserve this. I deserve this. I deserve this. I've always deserved this. I will always be deserving of this. I am this monster. I am your monster. So far I've found you five times-- four times if you forgive my indiscretion. Give me some fucking motivational drivel, religion, and a camping trip, then fuck the fuck off. Do not tell me this is art. This isn't expression, it's excretion. Tell me how serious you are about being annoying. Let your fucking kids run wild in the back yard. Don't you dare fucking hurt the cats. I am determined to see that this text grows longer every day. I am determined to stop caring. Look at me! I'm a statistic! I am determined to be loathed and to loathe. I am a fat, smelly fucking dem-o-graphic. I should probably take up playing fucking computer games, realtime chat, and smoking. I long to find somebody who I can appreciate. I should set myself on fire. I should be trendy, enigmatic, and wacky. I should drive into a tractor trailer. You should boil your head. Please just let me suffer. I wish I had nothing to lose. Is there anybody else out there that feels like me? I suffer so you do not have to. You should suffer, too. All of you should suffer. Just stop being attractive to me! I am cursed to be the only person that has ever seen myself as special. Are you ugly? Do you hate you? Could you hate me, too?|
|01 Jul 2005||CJ||Hello! I googled a bit and found this site. I feel like I would like to talk to someone about my problem, but nobody seems to understand. Heck, I don't even understand it myself. I feel stupid and I feel like I am going crazy... and I thought, maybe here I can find someone who will listen and help me sort out what I am going through. I'm afraid I am going insane. Thanks for reading this.
felt so alone right now. I've been crying for the last hour or so. I took a Xanax but it doesn't seem to help. Maybe I should take another one.
I feel so ashamed of myself. I don't even know how to explain what my problem is. I don't even seem to have one. At least that's what everyone else seems to think.
and although I'm ashamed, I feel relief in being able to share my troubles.
It is people they scare me to death.
I'm a WRECK. How many Xanax do I have to take to get a "happy feeling"? I'm afraid to try.But I hated children all my life. I think it might depend on the fact that I was a pretty chubby and really girl when I was little, and the kids were really cruel to me back then. I hated childhood, and I always felt comfortable around adults, but never around children.
went to a councellor last year, and it didn't help. Then my doctor sent me to a psychiatrist. I saw him once, I hated him, he didn't even listen to what I had to say and then he talked down to me, while handing me a prescription for Paxil. It made me feel miserable.
i am so nervous all the time and alone what is the ponit of being alive. i will kill my self some time soon.
Good night (or good morning!), and thank you for letting me talk.
|26 Jun 2005||SpookyPenguin||Okay i'm under 13 and i've learned that there is no BEST way to kill yourself. Killing yourself is really hard to do even if you got all them fellings telling you you to do it and you really really want to. Taking pills doesn't work half the time because normal pills like Advil, tumbs, and others don't kill you. Dey just almost kill you or make ya feel real sick. Cuting your self or using a knife or blade is hard too. I remember times were i just have tooken anything sharp near me and started cutting at my skin over and over again. I never broke da skin though... Laying on rail rode tracks fucking hurts to... also, you gotta have to be able to live with the fact that you killing your self killed all the people riding that train to. I never have got my hands on a gun I don't know what it feels like to get shot so i can't explain that to you. I sometimes get fucking pissed at myself and the world over the stupidist things... Suicides imposible to describe it's like an emotion with in an emotion. Also when you kill yourself over emotion only you can feel people call you stupid or a "Posuer" or a chiken who can't deal wiht reality ...This really fucking pisses me off some times. There is alot of shit that runs throuhg your mind when you try to kill yourself... I fucking hate it i wish you could just press a button and start a new life and forget about everything...
I found this site by looking up Easy ways to kill yourself on google caus i got really mad and went insane i was like havin a Identidy Chrisis/depression/boredum/low blood sugar. And then looking to google for the fucking answer...
I'm okay now...
|26 Jun 2005||Meh.||Go into the bathroom, lock the door, turn out the light, peer into the mirror and recite the following; Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary. If this didn't work, try reciting this; Candy Man, Candy Man, Candy Man. If this didn't work, smash the mirror with your fist then swallow a shard of broken glass. If this didn't work then you musn't have wanted to die afterall, silly socks:P.
Suicide isn't funny kiddies, life is a whore, deal with it. I was your age not so long ago and I know how most of you feel as I have been through similar experiences to people who've posted their stories on this site. THERE IS HELP. You just need to start looking harder.
Just one other thing, in response to Tala's post about there being nothing after death, I'm not trying to tell you that you are wrong, however, I had an Aunt who recently died of an asthma attack. After the doctors revived her, she claimed that she was literally floating above herself, watching the doctors bring her back to life. This may or may not have been a dream that my aunt was having, but I do know she doesn't lie and she seemed so damn sure. Also she's spoken to other people who have been through a very similar situation...so I guess we just can't be sure...
Don't kill yourselves.
|26 Jun 2005||Sean Briley (Bo-Bo)||I dont want it to seem as though I am wine-ing. I am just stating the facts.
First of all I am a 32 year old man going on 33. I have just recently moved out of my mothers house into my apartment. She is paying all of my bills and I have a two hundred plus dollar phone bill I cant pay. I can't get a decent job due to my past criminal history with drugs. I was in prison and now I somehow got caught again and am on probation. I still do drugs. I have been to re-hab but I don't really want to quit. My wife left me. I never get see my daughter. Most of my family won't even talk to me anymore. I can't get a girlfriend. And did I mention...
I will probably go back to prison very soon. This time my mother will probably not be able to pay to get me off the charges.
Now the whole time you were reading this I bet you were thinking that i am all depressed and going to kill myself, right?
I do have serious problems. However I do not want to kill myself. I want to slaughter myself.
All my life i have been a loser. A total screw up. Even though I am 32 I never grew up.
Listen to me.
Dont be like me. Always being so selfish. Never maturing into an adult yet living in an adults body. If you do problems will encompass you and finaly consume you. This next time i go to prison I will be gone for a long while.
And the worst part is I do want to kill myself but am to afraid to do it. I am worthless as a human being and to socioty. Jail is the best palce for me. Or a graveyard. And now i realize this it is to late.
Dont let your life pass you by as I did mine. Only to find that there isn't much of a life I can live.
|23 Jun 2005||some lim-girl||yeah well i dont blame ya for wanting to commit suicide but there isnt really a way. some die of an overdose the first time, when others try it there whole life's and then die bie an accident. me?
i was an happy kid, at the age of 14 i had seen allot of reality but i didnt really cared as long as i ha d friends and money, wich i still have, even more then i did back then. two weeks before my 15th birthday i had an accident, i got hit by a car and i was serieusly hurt in my head (im from belgium so i some words i wanna say, i cant translate in english so i try to explain). when i go back home, after being in the hospital, i felt strange. apperently i had a depression, wich is normal for the injury i had in my head. it would take years to heal.
thats 5 years ago. i have everything i wanted, cool friends, nice friends, lots of friends, family, good schoolresults and nice teachers. i seem pretty normal, im even popular and people seem to think of me as a strong person with allot life experience, they admire me, and if i need someone i dont even have to search for someone. so i cant complain. i tryed giving life a second, third, 50th chance but my head wont work with me. i cant enjoy anything no more. so i told my doctor, the same one who told me about that depression, and now he tells me that some people that had mey headinjury, just never get over that depression. ist something in the brain that doesnt seem to fix and cannot be operated or treated with pills. and even how mutch u want to fight to get over it, it wont help. and its not my fault, its the injury. so i know life cant be good for me no more, as for some others. all my dreams have come true and i did liike it, but i cant enjoy it no more.
now in my country u can ask for an injection thats makes u die within a few minutes and with a minimum of pain, its legal here, but not anyone can have it. u have to prove youre life sucks and untill u can do that, well, u died from old age if u know what i mean, or u gotta have a lot of money to bie three doctors that say u can but thats almost impossible here.
witch means i have to stand the pain, knowing it wont get better. now THATs bad! cause who confirmd that youre life wont get better?! know im waiting, counting every day till its my last.
cause suicide, common, the only wau u can make sure its gonna work, is with a gun. and i dont think i have to punish the people thats surround me for my pain, cause that just wouldnt be fair. but i u turn it arround, its easy for them to say, cause they dont have to stand trough the pain every day, and knowing that youre aqtually living for others and not for yourself cause it wont get better.
god this is hard! and where is the real GOD now? common if he would know that half of the population would be like this, then wy did he make us? if there really is a god the he is OR a bad person OR hes just something people made up to blame someone for all the bad things.
commiting suicide= a chicken, selfich person?
yeah right, after all, the only one who really understands u is yourself.
in hard times it all comes down to yourself, so fuck the rest!!
u can only judge when u had gone trough it yourself cause then u unsderstand.
|22 Jun 2005||Sara||Hi My Fake name on here is sara, I didnt use my real name, cause I dont want any1 I know to find out, THAT I WAS SUISIDAL, the once and last time I posted on here uptill now, was a nice post telling me people that they could make it through the hard times,but thats cause I dont want young people to hurt them selves, but in reality I dint really beleive my own words, cause I was hurting too, and \when I found this site, I have so happy to find A very nice girl, her name is anna, we are BEST FRIENDS NOW, we have been friends since Feb, And its now June, so 5months, We tell each other everything, every last sad thing that happened in are lives. We have been through so much these past 5months, And I went through a hard time with her, cause recentlly she tryed to kill her self, and I thought she was dead, But thankgod she didnt die!!~Shes alright now, she had to spend some time in the hospital, But Im soo happy shes okay now!!~And I have some other good news thanks to her friendship, and just everything going on in my life now, Im proud to say IM NO LONGER SUISIDAL ANYMORE, and shes getting over it too. If I can do it , then so can all of you, I know , how hard it is, beleive me, but once some good things start happening, it just gets better. Yeah sure every1 will have some hard times, But all you really need Is good people around you. I found ONE GOOD FRIEND< ANNA!! THROUGH THIS WEBSITE< and everything has changed in these last 5months, I love her soooo much, and I know were gonna be true friends to the END, I wanna say ANNA THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR EVERYTHING YOU HAVE DONE!!YOUR THE BEST XOXOO|
|22 Jun 2005||spanky_the_duck||hey im back again, well some people who were on the site have added me, i havnt cut in 6 days so fucking proud of myself! w00t! hope this feeling stays. im getting help for the cutting and when i feel low. ive started smoking and alot of friendsd arnt talkigbn to me cos of that but i dont care. aslong as im happy i dont care, ive been going out with my boyfrind for 5 months now. im so happy. its my 15th birthday comming up soon im hoping it will give me and even better perspective on life. thanks to everyone who has helped me. they are the best, so thank you tracy and fallen you've helped even if you dont reaslise it.
|21 Jun 2005||Really nuts||Are you fucking serious? Obviously not!! It is a damn shame you don't use the brains you were born with. While you idiot children play "suicide games" some of us adults are forced to attempt to live with them in the real world on a daily basis.]
I am an old, 44 years, and have been fighting this battle for 8 years now. Trying like hell to raise a child, maintain a marriage (too late for that one), keep my professional job (that is gone too), and to just stay alive some days. I have tried so many medications I couldn't begin to name them all.
Have anyone out there really ever thought what it is like to go day to day for years on end, not caring if you lived or died? Didn't think so...
|19 Jun 2005||becca||im only 12 yrs old myself. i kno every1 will cal me stupid for wot i say in this nd tat my life has only just started but wot i say doesn't sound like much but to me it hurts so bad. to start of about 5 yrs ago i found out my bro was taking drugs, a yr later my parents found out nd took him to the cop shop but lucky dey let him out after 2 nights. then i was on holiday just to get bk to find my bro was in bed completely stoned. my mum was sat on top of him just hitting him in the face. i was just sat in my room wish all tat was goin on would just stop(memba im only about 6-7yrs old) since then my life has only got worse. iv tryed to kill myself many of times but my bro (hu i get on wiv realli well) has presuaded me not to do it. he himself tried hanging himself at the age of 13.i didn't kno about this until last year wen i first tryed killing myself. just reasently my bro has joined the navy nd gone out to sea for a few months nd my life at home has got worse. i have started cutting myself nd my friends have found out. they asked me if it hurt nd i sed no not realli so they started trying it.for my friends sake im trying to stop the cutting. but i still dont kno how im ment to cope wiv my life at home until my bro gets bk nd i can speak to him about it. o yer they best way to kill urself it prob a overdose or hang urself.|
|15 Jun 2005||My name is Belle. i am 16. i have tried so many ways to kill myself. I havebeen hospitalised in both normal hospitals, mental hospitals and special child phyciatric units. I have , and this is no joke, suffered bulimia and anorexia, i broke my back and was in a wheelchair for 5 months after a trampoline accident, i have epilespy, i have od on panodol, valium, riddlin, prozac, sleeping pills, vitamin tablets... anything i could lay my hands on.
Did i mention that i am also a cutter and burner. oh yeah, and i have adhd and ocd.
YET dispite all of this i am still percieved as a happy child. My parents are great.. dont get me rong when i say this, but they have their faults just like everyone else. I recently ran away because my parents kept threating to get me moved to a mental institute permantly because they cant cope with me. I met a guy at a train station while i was in the city and he looked after me for a week. I thought he was genuinly looking out for me. He abused me. Emotionally and sexually. I hate him so much. But i left him and am now back at home.
Answering your question... i think the best way is good old paracetamol. you can od and no one will no until it is too late.. take 48 ( 2 pk) and u will die within 24 hours.
|13 Jun 2005||mason||A lot of visitors to this site think its a laugh to slag and criticise the youngsters on this site about committing suicide, but these people have never been truly depressed like the kidson this site have for what ever the reasons.
I am not 13 infact im more than twice that age yet i still feel a teenager.
I just want to tell my story and try and put yourself in my posistion and you might understand how suicide is the only thing on your mind under some circumstances.After reading on this site the cases of fathers raping their daughters and other terrible cases i feel i am not as unfortunate as them.
One day i came home from work..to be told my best friend had visited at my house to show me his new motorcycle,but as i was at work and only my girlfriend was in.So as my mate was very exited about his new motorcycle my girlfriend agreed to jump on the back for a little run up the road, a mile up the road a tractor pulled out into their path killing them both instantly, i later found out my girlfriend was 2 months pregnant.This accident happened over 3 years ago and i am still finding it as hard to cope now as i did the day i was told of the accident.So kids after reading my story, do you really beleive your problems are worth killing yourself over and hurting all who love you?
life is VERY short...make the most of it
theres NO second chance
|08 Jun 2005||ashley||ive been threw depression i got really bad tried to kill myself twice but it didnt work i was hospitalized both times and you might think geting help doesnt work but it does i have came along way its scary to be in the hospital but its scary to wanna kill your self to i used to be a cuter i did it ever time someone pissed me off or made me sad...my dad treated me like shit hit me everything...my sister wanted me to kill myself and my mom well she was te only person that loved me but i thought what was the point of living if theres only one thing to live for.....but i pulled threw im doing great my dad and sister both care about me now my mom still does and im not even on meds and im really happy i still have my friends you just gotta hang in there and give it time! if anyone wants to talk to me about there problems or anything you can IM me on xxcrazedchic69xx its aim and aol my yahoo is spiderman_ap2003|
|07 Jun 2005||Andrea||the best way to kill yourself when your under 13, hmmmm, probly overdose. Its simple to do, easy, you can use any drugs, aslong as you have lots of them and its practicaly painless. But it didnt work the 6 times i tried it.|
|06 Jun 2005||Mr. Perfect||hi.. ive been depressed for too long any time is too long for me its been 2 and a half years ive sat and wondered why im so miserable ive cried and hurt myself, ive wanted to kill myself so many times.. always but the few people who care about me would be to greatly affected by my death.. and im to ashamed of myself to look for help, i cant relate to those who have been raped, witnessed death, or had serious family troubles i love my family but i wish the best to all of you|
|05 Jun 2005||devil girl||greetings to all and greetings to you to mouchette. we love all of you. what i am about to tell you is the truth. it sound s a bit odd and farse but i am telling the truth.
when we where about five i went mad. i began to hear voices and see things that wernt there like black eye balls on the wall that would float against the wall and hid behind posters pictures and light sockets. it is our belief that my nextdoor neighbor, a necromancer, thats is kinda like a wizard who has control of the most vile evil spirits from the depths of hell, began putting curses on me. the voices started telling us how to make little voodooo dolls and what to say with this many of this color candles on the floor in this shape with these utinsils. every voodoo doll we make the people always die. i am wondering if when i die i will go to hell to or if i am just really crazy. regardless or not about hell i want to die because we keep on killing people with magick. and then bad stuff happens to me. we want to cut off our head and flush it down a toilet.
|04 Jun 2005||Tired out.||I cant believe that in this day and age, people still choose to believe in God.
Admittedly, I believed until a few years ago that God would help me to lift myself out of depression. I was a fool to think this and a bigger fool to believe in something I could not see nor feel.
I am 22 and I have nothing to show for all the years that I wanted to kill myself, but chose to live on the promises of others. Nothing changes.
I am still here today because I do not want to hurt my parents, who still love me, despite my failings. As time goes on, I am learning to hate those that love me, to the extent that their pain after i am gone will not prevent my suicide.
Im sure things could have been so different. If only I hadnt been so stupid in my beliefs and expectations of life.
Never expect to achieve success, get a rewarding job, a loving partner or any reward for hard work or suffering. Then you wont be disappointed.
I hope all those in torment find what they are looking for. Regards.
|04 Jun 2005||just another fly just another day||as i sit suspended
ever so still.
for if i move it would be suicide.
as the moments drift away into eternity
this is a poem i wrote that can be taken in many different contexts. however when i wrote it i was actually wrighting my suicide note and went blank. this is what i wrote instead. it made me change my mind about killing myself so i thought i would pass it along. and in the back of my head i kept thinking who does God favor the spider or the fly?
have you had dreams about huge spiders and webs? this is an attack from the spirit of suicide. if you move they come after you but if you stand perfectly still they cant see you. most likely the setting is in a place you have lived previously. well if you have had this dream you really need jesus. if you reading this name makes you angry you need him to. because the spirit in you aint his spirit and therefore is unclean.
anyway i hope you people out there have mercy rained down upon you in your time of need.