|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?
|05 Sep 2005||Adan||Here is an idea.
First, you will need to be insitutionalized. Get your self locked away in some asylum for a long, long time. Not giving yourself anytime to see friends, family. Even do such extreme things in the asylum to get yourself put in your own room.
This is so you can be forgotten. That is Suicide, to live no more, to be forgotten. And you if you have nothing to say at any point in your life. Do this.
Then, when you realize how wonderful an outside life could be, how even pain is something to live for.
Im 21, I questioned suicide since i was 12 up till i was 18. I happy i never died, life did get better. Rate your happiness on a scale from one to 10, if your ready to commit, your at a One. Make a new definition of happiness at 1. Something will be their....
Basicly: the higher your are the harder you fall.
2. Life wll improve.
3. Do you know what could accomplish? could you solve the worlds problems? Maybe, to the latter, the problem has yet to be simplified for you(ie. 2 +2= 4)
|04 Sep 2005||Justin||I'm 23 and I seem to be the oldest of anyone who I've read posting on here so far. Although, I've only read one page of posts thus far. However, I've been dealing with intense depression and suicidal thoughts since I was 10. The background, well, I was smart. Sometimes I think some of my problems stem from that. But who knows. I was never an attractive guy, I've never had a girlfriend or the like. I was never popular and I never really had any friends until I got into college. Still, high school and junior high were the most terrible years of my life. Every day I thought of killing myself, tried to think of the best ways to kill myself. However, I wasn't one who wanted to pass quietly at home, I wanted to make sure everyone knew that I had died and that they were the ones who had caused it. I fantasized about doing things like hanging myself at school, drinking poison at school, etc. I was in high school when Columbine happened, and for a time I thought that that was what I wish I could do, the ultimate vengeance on those who had made my life so miserable. Still, I never had the guts to do any of it. In the end, I quietly passed from high school to college where things became ever so slightly better. Still, though, without the anti-depressants that I now take, I do not think that I would be alive to be typing this message. However, I am alive and I am typing this message. I have a unique perspective on suicide and death. And if anyone here needs someone to talk to, feel free to email me. I am always available and I do not judge.|
|04 Sep 2005||green||cold.
i feel cold and empty.
i blank out everything until i am just
an empty shell
waiting for things to change which never will.
darkness is so inviting
never to feel again
never to be responsible again
i cant deal with life
and all the trouble i am in.
i think about sliding into
cold dark water.
looking up as i sink into death.
or a pill to take away the pain
drifting away into mist.
i lay here waiting for the end of all things.
darkness is all around
undetected by others, but always here
i.. am.. cold..
i am so scared.
|02 Sep 2005||Scors-b||There are many, many ways that you could try to kill yourself. But first, I would say try to 'live yourself'. Most of lifes problems are solveable if you give it long enough... and the ones that are not solveable can usually be worked around.
When I was 13, all I could see was problems, and in many ways I was right. I didn't think that I could live unless some devine power got rid of the bad parts for me. And even though these problems never went away, I have learnt to live with them because other parts of my life got better.
I'm not saying that suicide is never the answer, because it can be, but 99% of the time there is a workaround. For example, with me it was depression. It sucked. Every minute of every day truely sucked. And even when it went away, i still had other things.
My physical disfigurements, family problems, my social introvertedness, my fear of meeting new people. And it still does suck, I guess. But I don't mind so much now. It's taken me this long to come to terms with my life... but I feel it was worth it. It really can be 'liveable' if you give it a chance, I promise :)
If you have read this far you probably want to know more about something. How to commit suicide? About me? Or depression? Well, you can send anything you want to know to my email address (just click my nickname) but please tell me a bit about yourself aswell.
ps. heres a site, pretty self explanatory-
suicidemethods.net .... but please dont do anything you could regret in 10 years time :) Much love, Will
|01 Sep 2005||Ehron||I am not sure where to start. I've always been a person who struggles with seeing the positive side of things. I am a perfectionist, and guilt myself with anything and everything. I am not suicidal, but I am very depressed. It comes and goes, some good days and others not so.
The reason why I have stumbled across this website is because my former "best friend" emailed me recently because he wanted to talk.
I am sitting here trying to think what I would say to him since his suicide attempt Jan 25th, 2004. That night was horrible, I didn't know how to understand the things that happened. So much happened that night.
I thought he wanted to have sex with me, then I thought he was going to be raped by someone who had just grabbed him in the neck to choke him. I hit that guy, we (as in 2 on lookers and I) hid the 4 oz. of mushrooms.
I held him to the floor for 45 minutes so he couldn't hurt himself anymore. The ambulence attendants told me that he was acting differently than what someone on mushrooms would be if they took too much. But I guess that taking 9 grams and being Bipolar isn't a great idea... he was never diagnosed until after this situation.
That night, I was telling him anything and everything I thought he wanted to hear so he wouldn't leave me. I don't even know what else to write. I am so numb from the events... I have gone over and over again what I could have done differently to prevent this... and now it just feels like a nightmare... like it didn't happen but it still hurts me. I don't know what to say to him now...
All I can say to any of you is that the people around you are hurting because they can't help you. Nothin they do is right for you because you tell them so, or no response is given.
I dropped out of college, lost my job, and sat in my apartment wanting to die but I couldn't give up. I don't want to hurt others as I have been hurt. Life DOES move on.
There are other options, just keep your eyes out for them.
He left me in the dark, and I died inside thinking it was my fault. I have been too proud for councelling, its something I think about humbling myself for. A chance to leave this pain in my past.
|01 Sep 2005||Will Snow||I want to say something important to everyone. Well last week i took an overdose of some anti depressants. I did it to seek attention. I didnt do it to try and kill myself. Well all was fine until the next morning when i got up and i didnt feel too good. I had a cold sensation go through me and my heart raced at a very hard pace and i was struggling to breath. After 10 mins, it wore off and was able to get up. At this point i was very shaky. The following days it was the same and i just couldnt do much at all. Well on the tuesday this week i had to see my doctor and he told me that i have damaged my heart in the fact the rythym is now beating wrong and thats why ive benn bad. It was to do with the medication and its one of the many possible side effects. So now i have to take it easy and not do any exercise. He also told me that my heart could have stopped and that i should have gone to hospital to have my heart checked overnight. Thankfully it should right itself after a month or two, but it has given me a hard lesson. I actually had a fear of dying, no matter how hard life is.|
|26 Aug 2005||Listen to me..||Hello, I'm someone here to say a few words. If you are reading this, and plan to commit suicide please take some time to read this. I've been where you are, I have been been very depressed at times and did indeed want to commit suicide...Anyway, I am here to say It will not work. Suicide will only end a very precious thing. Yes, sometimes we all go through hardships we must undertake. But please dont...End it..Everyone..everything..Is here for a reason..Love, Medicine, Helping others..Anything..But you have your own purpose and you should make sure it is complete. Yes We will all die soon but dont rush it, god gave you life so use it (not saying like you HAVE to beleive in god) but..there is help out there if you need Professsional help. (I AM NOT ADVERTISING) But, I am speaking from Exeriences I saw a person try to commit suicide...It was horrible..I am 14...I am speaking this cause I care for life....Yes, I am still heavily depressed but I fight on..Cause one day all pain will end and your life will go on happy and flurishing..So If you are thinking of Commiting suicide thank you for reading thing and please reconsider|
|26 Aug 2005||fdsa||Hi, I'm 17 and I constantly think of suicide. I haven't tried it, but the haunting thought always comes across my mind. I'd say my cause of depression is my social anxiety. I hate being around a lot of people I don't know. I feel like they're judging me; staring at me. Also with girls, there's this girl I like, and I'm sure everyone has this same feeling. The feeling that that person is out of your reach and that you'll be alone forever. I've cried myself to sleep many nights with that thought. I pray to god many times and I know how many of you feel. The feeling that God is there, but not caring for you... Being forsaken. I know how you feel. Video games is my comforter. I play online with a bunch of friends. They feel like my real friends because they know how I feel. My friends here wouldn't understand. I pretend that I'm the character in that perfect world to relieve my stresses and tensions. When I cry myself to sleep, I'd listen a few of Michelle Branch's songs. There's a few particular songs that make me forget everything. Her voice... is soothing.
Thoughts that take away my pride
Trapped in places deep inside
Memories I have come to fear
And I can't make them disappear
"Wait 'til I'm free
I promise you'll see"
"And everything I thought it'd be
Is nothing like it is"
"Somebody alone broken"
"I've caried this weight
For too long..."
"And everything I've hated
Keeping me so jaded"
Into the mirror"
"And I hate what I see"
"All my lifes disfunction
Alive in front of me"
|20 Aug 2005||time is up||Hi everyone. I'm 27 and I've had many trials with suicide and life depression. My life has consisted of many good and bad things. I have to be honest - life hasn't been what I wanted. My real problem is that I have a need that I believe can't be filled. That need is love of a woman. I'm very lonely inside even though I am married. I have a beautiful boy and have a good job, and have made significant strides in recoverying from sexual addiction.
I have knowledge that God does live - but I just don't feel His love. I'd have to keep living if I chose to feel it.
Death is really a lie. It doesn't solve the emptiness inside me. Marriage didn't solve it. God has filled it a few times. A girl I loved deeply really filled it. She's gone now - dating some other guy whom it looks like she'll marry.
That is what hurts the most. I feel abandoned and I feel empty. The one person I want ot love me doesn't. Co-dependency is what it is called.
I feel screwed up. The posts here, though, offer a glimpse of no longer being alone. I can relate to the physical and sexual abuse. It really screwed me up.
I guess suicide won't get me the fulfillment I desire. What will?
|19 Aug 2005||Jon||Like most of you, i wish there was an easy way out of life, my mom hates me my brother whos 12 hates me and wants meto leave, just a couple of minutes ago i was beingn ice to him talkin to him about a game we play online and he is nasty to me like he usually is. Im 19 years old iv always been teased made fun off inschool thats why i skipped and eventually dropped out.
Im crying writing this becuase im so hurt inside i dunno what to do anymore. My only way out off the real world is play video games online with my friends. The only friends i have live accros the country. Im lonely. I dunno what to do, i think all this started when my dad died in 98, ever since then i havent been the same, i dont think the same anymore i dont know whats wrong with me, i never spend time with my mom or brother anymore, its like im pealin away, i wish there was so ammo in the house right now for the gun we have cuss thats the only way i think to get away easy.
Iv thought about killing myself for years but it seems no way is painless..
Why cant mylife be normal why do i always get teased, even my 12 year old brother is bully to me
|19 Aug 2005||AL||Im only 13 but ive committed suicide more than 3 times and it never works and i'am also a cutter, smoker and a drinker.I do this to help myself release my anger and pain because this is the only way i can think of to relinquish my pain.I started doing this ever since my problems piled on top of each other and i coul'nt think of any oher ways to help me solve it so i did this but this is not the only thing i also did dis because of my parents,dey gave me such pain dat inside of me i just wanted to fukin' scream and bleed to death to show dem how much pain im sufferring.I cant control myself everytime i cut myself and eveytime i smoke because i just wanna go on to release my anger..........|
|18 Aug 2005||Mad Ad||Well what ever way u decide to end your life make sure you die, as i have found out it is nearly impossible to kill your self in an adolesent psychiatric hospital (as i found out) i was 12 when i first tried to kill myself. I tried everything but people would find me and then i would get treated for cuts, or have my stomach pumped or what ever. i spent a year and a half in this shitty hospital with other nutters just like myself so i would personally suggest kill yourself where no one can find you, and make sure you die.|
|16 Aug 2005||julia||i dont what what is wrong with me.
i am terribly scared of death AND LIFE.
when i think of airplaines & crashes, i freak out and start crying hysterically.
and then come all these thoughts and visions of pain and fear the people are going through. i dont know how to escape. i realised that suicide will get me no where.. apart from straight to hell, where i do not want to go. life will get you till the end. to a problem-free world. heaven. so the only road is to live.
if you die in an accident, then i guess you are dead for a reason. so you dont goto hell for taking your life yourself (suicide)
THE HARDEST THING IN LIFE IS TO LIVE IT.
i dont want to die. never. im ever scared to live too!! every moment i think. i am in the world. any minuite it can collapse and break. i will choke & die.
scream & yell, but it will be over eventually.
people are selfish. we were given a planet and we fucked up. we polluted, didnt care, didnt feed the hungry, didnt make peace with the angry. rebel.protest.destroy. we brought too much bullshit. we fucked up real bad. and now we will pay. we had one chance, and we ruined it. the pain is starting now. plane crashes, earthquakes, tsunamis, wars, WHAT NEXT? WHAT NEXT?
Thats all i have to say.
i am depressed, somewhat suicidal. somewhat bipolar. fucked up in the head. confused.lost. i need guidance. i need to stop crying.get myself together, and breathe. but this sorrow in me is driving me crazy. i cant think straight. cant spit out the emotionals i keep inside. this anger bottled up, i cant unscrew the lid. i cant figure this out.
|15 Aug 2005||Carol||HOW TO KILL YOURSELF NO MATTER WHAT AGE
Something happened in your life or continues to happen in your life to cause these thoughts and the effect is suicide...you know "cause & effect". For me, adopted, my mother said, "If God hadn't taken away MY children (stillborn) I would have never gotten you." At six years old or so it fractured my heart, soul, mind, security. My father was ultra strict and both very religious. In ninth grade I was sent away to school until I graduated a senior. I made several attempts in my life time to end my life and all were feeble attempts. Apparently, I wasn't suppose to die but continue living in hell. My most recent attempt at forty years old landed me in jail with three felony counts against me for the rest of my life. Try and get a job with that. You can't, so I made my life even more hellish. You just never know if suicide is going to really work and if you live through it, undoubtedly, you will only worsen your life in some fashion. A vegetable, felon, paralyzed, deformed, and throroughly humiliated and embarassed (if you still have a brain that thinks.) The best way to commit suicide is to kill the cause of your pain. Think back, do alot of thinking on how you can change your situation and stop having these thoughts. Something triggered this in you and you have dwelt on it ever since and blown it so far out of porportion you've lost control of yourself. Find ways to circumvent the pain, loss, whatever your troubles are. Spend time finding ways to do this and ways to rid your mind of suicide instead of filling your mind with trying to find ways to commit suicide. You have a serious problem that needs to be delt with and fixed so you can resume a normal, happy life without the constant burden of pain. Do this, and suicide will no longer be an option, it will be one less horrible thought you can rid your mind of and replace it with something better. Commit to healing your pain, not committing suicide. And for those who think this is the easy way out...you have to be extremely brave, sure, and committed to end your life. It's the most difficult thing to go against human nature and kill yourself. That is why there are so many failed attempts versus successful attempts. This is not a childish attention getter nor is it a self-pity party. It is a very dark and heavy burden that is very real. Very real, and you're ignorant to believe otherwise. These people are in the deepest pain emotionally that most can't bare. They just can't bare it. This is why it is important to find the cause so you can change the effect and LIVE and Love life.
|10 Aug 2005||Rachel||I am just turning 13 I live in hatred of all humans. for years i have attempted suicide, cutting my wrists and throat, drinking iodine (some kind of brownish liquid that is fatal if one drinks to much, jumping off cliffs, sufficating, starving, etc. Every day I go to school, try to tear the throats out of about anyone I see. They don't think I would. Why haven't I? They're faster than me. stronger faster, but not more beautiful, no human can ever be that. They are scared to death of me, I can tell. Those who claim to love me might, but what the hell does that do? I dream night after night, and during the day too of killing them all, then being shot dead but someone trying to stop me. And it's not only them. Call me lazy, I hate all assignments and work. On a scale of one to ten, ten being the best existence or non esistance ever, this life is about a .00000000000001. It just plain sucks. Death aka nothing would be about a 5, not good nessecarily, but definatly not bad. anything higher is impossible. No one seems to think I'll do it, they ignore the slashing everyone can see on my wrists, but and of couse, I can't legally buy firearms... yet. I know existance sux and it wont get any better. One thing has stopped me. Survival instints. God damn survival instints. Everyone is born with them. They are what has kept me body from being found crushed at the bottom of a building. Don't ever think that suicide is "the easy way out." It's not. Oh, sure I've got my share of therepists, who doesn't. But if I ever told them this, they would stop me. I like nature, maybe I would starve, be killed by a mountain lion or finds somepoisonous plants. but every part of it that still exists is owned but someone. I could never go there. One thing is for sure though. The only thing that can stop me from killing myself is something or someone else doing so. I probably screwed this up, put it in the wrong section or something. woop de doo i dont care. As for that post about the dark room, well isnt that amazing. You seem to forget all the other crap of life. I would definatly prefer the dark room with no sound, sight, heat cold etc. I'm suicidal and YOU'E not going to change it.
PS. No I do not want to be "freinds" with you, If you're On this site you probably don't want that either. They dont exist anyway. ANYONE with a boyfreind/girlfreind/husband/wife/whatever is deluding themselves. I would say the best way is to convince your body you're not getting rid of it. If theres nothing after death, wich chances extremely highly are there isn't, I can live with that. Or maybe "live" isn't the right word.
|09 Aug 2005||whoremoans||It's terrible that I found myself rather amused by what most people have to say here. I was getting a bit of a sick kick out of it.
When i was 15/16 (Im 18 now) I was a hardcore cutter. You'll never see scars like mine. I couldn't count them - and they're deep. I'd literally use shards of glass or exacto knives or whatever. I even almost killed myself when i was *on* the psych ward right under the nose of about 20 nurses and 4 shrinks.
The interesting thing is- My suicidal thought worstened as they upped the dosage of the medication. I was taking Effexor XR. It's a big maroon tablet, looks like a horse pill. After I nearly OD'd, they took me (and anyone else on the ward under 18) off the meds as they saw it was clearly unfit for the maturing brain.
For the last year and half, I haven't been on medication at all. Most people couldn't possibly believe i was suicidal, minus the physical evidence. I had even slit my throat.
I'm alive, and well, and couldn't be happier.
Furthermore, there should be absolutely no circumstance to kill yourself (especially if you're under 13). If you are 70 years old and dying from some terrible cancer and you're becomming a vegetable, by all means, get it over with quick. If you've lost the ability to communicate and you're trapped inside your own head, I can imagine that it's not really worth it at that point either.
Anything short of that however, is unacceptable.
Life is beautiful, you just have to change your perspective if you don't see it that way. Go lie in a bed of flowers, or pet your cat or your dog... or make funny faces at a little baby and watch them smile with the purest glee.
|08 Aug 2005||crimson red||ok this is for everyone, ok background info on me, molested when i was three to about 8 by father and grandfather, mom was a lesbian, have a guys name tattooed on my ass who i am not with, and i am jaded, which means "damaged goods", suffered depression and social phobia since i was about 8, began attmepting suicide at nine,in sixth grade people would find it funny to watch me choke myself, and became a self mutilator at 13, and then my best friend killed herself two weeks ago, broke up with only person that ever made me feel like a real person on monday! so i know a little bit about suicide, and i do not recommend it for anyone, just some people realize early in life that they cant see anything in the future for them, not even life. like me, the only thought that my mind entertains these days is life after death. But before you decide thats what you want without a doubt, you have to research it, you have to figure out the best way for you, you cant listen to what works for other people because obvisously it hasnt worked for them! and tourniquet girl, your friend may feel depressed but is not clinacly depressed, there is a difference, she wants attnetion, she wants sympathy, empathy, pity, and for someone to, i am sorry, kiss her ass, and stop taking test to see if you are depressed, those tests are designed to get you on medication and so people think they have a problem when they dont! and i dont know your story so i am not saying you arent, but you have to decide for yourself, everyone knows their own body well enough to determine that on their own. and huh wat name?????? no one needs a smart ass, maybe you should be a motivational speaker ya know really boost everyones spirits, actually you would probably make me want to jump off the damn golden gate bridge! and ya mam, evidentally slitting your wrist is not sufficient enough, dont give advice that hasnt worked for you, and especially if you havent tried it!( but if anyone does ever OD, try getting high and drunk first, weed supresses your bodies instinct to throw up when it takes in toxins, and the alcohol will make you even more depressed to go ahead and do it) but just so everyone knows if you do commit suicide you arent going to go to heaven, and if you do it because you want someone to see how they hurt you remember you wont be here to see them suffer or for them to apologize or to want you back and wish they hadnt fucked you over|
|07 Aug 2005||Ainslie||Reflections on Suicide.
No more pain
No more joy
No more tears
No more smiles
No more anxieties
No more satisfactions
No pressure to achieve
No more achievements
No more hatred
No more love
No more dark nights
No more splendid sunrises
No more frustrations
No more accomplishments
No more angry words
No more terms of endearment
that you imagined as a clean surgical cut
is a bloody, jagged me that won't heal
and soils everyone you ever cared about
and cared about you.
We are left, puzzled, bloodied, wounded
No longer vibrant , whole confident
Now we go forth handicapped, missing an essential limb,
that will never be replaced
and always longed for.
sorrow, betrayal, anger, guilt.
An ignoble reciprocation
of so much love
You should have chosen
and keep streching the narrow confines
of my perimeter.
Instead you are gone
I am stagnant, in stupor
I view my world and fear to face
the agonizing beauty and pain of life
I think of joining you
and realize you took the best part of me
In this zombie state,
in the shadow world
The atrium of death
where I must decide which exit
left or right,
left into cold night
right into the endless struggle
and bloody battles of life.
No longer equipped for the fight,
I curl up in this atrium
and lick my wounds that will not heal
and look inside
to find purpose
to reinvent my life
to reinvest my energies
to find my courage
that will allow me to foolishly
continue with this life.
No longer whole,
No longer young
a shadowy remnant
of my old self
I set out
to continue alone.
sucide is never a joke its real just never ever believe its the only option left dont be weak dont take the easy way out, dont be like me!!
|07 Aug 2005||Ainslie||under 13 shouldnt try and kill them selfs. im 16 and i hav tryed many times the most recent was about 2 weeks ago and im still suffering the afects now i tryed to overdose now i know to take more next time, yes next time i gave up on life am just waiting to end it, its not ok to do that but as i see it, its my last option. DONT ANYONE ELSE DO IT you have you life a head of you you just hav to ride these feelings out it will pass life gets better if u let it, if you are thinking of sucide force your self to talk it works trust me, im trying to get over sucide but its hard when the thought stays in your head as it has been in my head for 2 years and it has slowly taken over all i think about is suicide, its hard to handle and its only a matter of time before i try again. the best thing to do is find out what sets you off what makes you think this is the last option, all you need is time and space to clear you head space to breath, im just lucky my boy friend stayed alive after he tryed to hang him self it was so hard i cryed so hard it was hard to breath and i thought if he dies im going with him and the next day thats what i planned to do but i had second thoughts i wana die but i dont want to hurt anyone mostly the people i love and care about i dont want them to feel as bad as i did that night.
keep your friends close and talk about it get it out of you you can hold so much but nothing more tell some one u feel this way.
this is a reason my boy friend gave me to try and change my mind:
At least 5 people in this world love u so much they would die for you, at least 15 other people love you in some way, think how much thoses people would hurt if you left them.
just think of the people who would cry and miss you,
every action has a reaction!!
|31 Jul 2005||zechariah||well, i dont know about all this 13 shit but i do kno depression is a major obstical for everyone... sumthing i have learned is that no matter who you are your problems are worse than anyones... so its kind of ironic when people talk about their problems and expect someonw to fix them and make them go away. how can anyone fix your problems when their too worried about their own? yet we all expect to get sympathy from others when your getting enough from your self. the best thing to deo in the situation is not to physically kill yourself but kill the part of you that gives a shit about what others think and start foucusin on what your gonna do next for yourself. LEARN TO BE SELFISH many ppl who are suicidal are also selfless they care more for others than themselves and when they feel that no care is being returned its depressing.|