|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 Feb 2004||tricia||i hear that suicidees go to hell or if they reincarnate, they will suffer 10 times worse than in their previous lifes. cos taking your own life is sin. i don't know. i do want to die so bad. it hurts too much to live but i do not know if it will hurt more if i died and went to hell instead of somewhere peaceful. that is why i am still here struggling, coping. i am 23 already. half of my life span is already gone. i find life extremely meaningless for me. i have tried to end my life several times in the past but it didn't work. it certainly isn't that easy to die as you had seen on tv shows or read from people had wrote about them slitting their wrist or downing many pills at one go. i talked to my mother the other day, i told her about my thoughts and that one day if and when she finds me dead on my bed, she should try, understand and forgive me. i think the best way to kill myself is cutting and slitting my wrist. it is actually quite difficult to cut. before you can even bleed your skin, you would be hurting and burning like hell already. i had tried a few times and i finally found a way to cut it deeper, make it bleed in a faster easier way. hmm... that's all i have to say. i pray that all of us who are feeling very troubled in here will be able to find some peace without trying to harm or kill themselves. i can't find my peace which i have been looking for a very long time. i really do not know how long i can stand this. but i'll try to cope as long as i can, whether it's an hour, a day, a week, a month or a year. good luck to everybody. i hope each of you find your own happiness one day.|
|11 Feb 2004||WVDistressedWoman||Well, I'm not under 13 but, anyways, I'm 19, goin on 20 and I've been suicidal ever since I was 6 yrs old. When I was 6, I tried jumping off of a train, the guy stopped me and it was all because I didn't want to live and today it feels like I still don't. Well, the problems are my mother was sick all the time and my dad was a drug addict and my dad liked beating on my brother because he wasn't his biological son and his dad died in a car wreck when he was 4 ys old. People come to think that my mother and I was something that we're not. I didn't know what to do, I mean, I would sit in the upstairs reading collegeiate books and I was the one who would take care of the cleaning of the place. My brother would just go to the neighbors to eat. My dad, when I was 4 yrs old, he starved me, mom wasn't able to get up. Later on, in the years, I began using drugs and everything, had to learn to cook around 9 yrs old, I began drinking, popping cold medicine pills, smoking marijauna, and then I even would burn myself sometimes and do things unintentionally, it was called MS, the worst depression there is and there's nothing anyone can really do about it. I've been through humpteen doctors and psychiatrists. People think I'm something that I'm not, I mean, I'm the nicest I can be to ppl but, they're all wrong and wanna judge and try to control me, like that one bastard a few yrs ago who tried breaking up my mom and dad for yrs and yrs, he went to hell, well, I hate to talk about this but I was jumped onto by too many ppl and he was one of them for being so jealous of all the friends I had and because he couldn't get my ass and now this pervert prick next door is doing the same thing, they're only doing it to themselves because they're the ones who are really fucked. Now, I think I'm straightening up my life, when I said right now, before I mean that's just how I feel on the opinion. I just feel that people should back off and whatever they're thinking and if it's that bad, they should keep it to themself and not say a bunch of idiocrisy rumors. It's just not right, I mean, I'm going to college, have a boyfriend, friends, and I work part-time, have hobbies, and always keep my hands busy by playing music, video games, or on construction and remodeling, just doing something. I mean, ppl don't actually know what that stuff does to ya, it will really mess ya up but, it's only up to you and it's not up to other ppl to get better, only you can do that, and don't pay attention to them idiots, that drives them even more mad or then they finally get the clue and as for some who don't, they only will when they're dead, I suppose.|
|06 Feb 2004||one very lost teenager||I have no idea wat the best way to kill urself is. I'm only 14 years old and i already hate myself and the rest of the world. My family doesn't give a damn about me or what i think, and my friends have no clue whatsoever how unhappy i am. I spend every day, all day, thinking about doing drugs or committing suicide. Every day when i get home from school i walk in the kitchen, pull out a knife, and stare at it for like a half hour trying to decide whether to kill myself or not. I'm such a fricking coward that i don't even have enough guts to stab myself. I'll probably just end up becoming a drug addict or something. I really don't care anymore. My life just seems so useless.|
|23 Jan 2004||alannah||i was reading everybody else's stories and thought to add my own. i am over thirteen, so soz. i am nearing 15, next week. i never imagined i'd make it this far. i have battled anxiety and depression for more than five years and the worst thing is my family wouldn't have a clue how bad it really is. i indulge in food to try and eat the pain away but it just makes me fat and more miserable. i wish i could stop the pain and i know i can. i have thought about it enough. but death is easy and living is the real hell. i am gutless and that's why i am still here and i have no clue why i'm writing this ... i wish i were brave enuf to die but instead i keep living through pain. why, i don't know and i don't if i ever will.|
|23 Jan 2004||Father in pain||I'm a little shocked and scared to read some of what you are all saying. I found this site while looking for answers to my son's death. My 14 year old son took his own life, and it's a hurt that I simply can't understand, comprehend, and most of the time feel I can't live with. At 13, 14, 15, 16, whatever.... life is to be lived. If you are feeling like doing these things, run away, hide, go to a new city, live on the street, go to friend's houses, the hell with your folks if that's what it takes. Change your name, change your address, change whatever needs to be changed if it allows you to live, because all things this painful are truly temporary. The only thing that isn't temporary is death. It's permanent. It leaves a hole in the universe that nothing will ever fill for those around you. Suicide is permanent. It's not a dream, it's not a game, it's not a viable choice. Parents screw up. But because they're screwed up doesn't mean you have to be. I'm a parent, or was. I've screwed up. I'd give up my life to hold my son again, to hear his voice, to feel his touch for only a moment. Please, please.... do whatever it takes to make it through whatever shit is in front of you. Hurting people is fine, if it's temporary. You or they can always make amends later in life. But if you die, no one ever gets to say "I'm sorry." God, how this hurts to read, write, or think about.|
|22 Jan 2004||Elaine||Billy, you were right. It's a monster.
I thought i was fine. Something about today broke me. I went to the back stall in the back bathroom after 1st period this morning and started crying. Only, this time i couldn't stop. The bell rang. People left. I cleaned myself up. I asked the nurse if i could go home. My stomach hurt. Saying nothing, she wrote me an off campus pass. I didn't need to worry about the attendance clerk, she murmered.
I'm home now, and for the past 9 hours I've cried myself into a weak ball of lazy submission.
There's nothing wrong with me. I'm not depressed. Dying is not my thing. But there's something about Today that broke me.
I'm only 16 and life is in every way grand. The moon is full and in the dark its light through my window embraces me like a warm streetlamp on winter's eve. Needs must be i am in every way marvelous magnificent and beatific. Tomorrow always grinning glorious. There was just something about today that broke me.
My eyes are swollen and my heart grows tired of struggling this way against gravity. Today is my last because tomorrow will be better.
|06 Jan 2004||leanne||hi i'm 16 so i'm not under 13 but i have been suicidal for that long. i've read what everyone else has written and it made me realise just how many people feel the same as me. some days i'm really high and everything is great, other times i'm depressed and just wanna hurt myself. sometimes i just wanna slit my wrists for the fun of it and watch the blood pour down my arm. i laugh at the thought of it but deep down inside i really wanna do it. i have a great life - well so it seems to others but my pain is deep down and it won't go away|
|21 Dec 2003||I hate you||I did it! It's awsome!! The feeling of falling into a deep coma forever. The hopeless feeling that my neural functions are slowly ceasing to operate. I was in a hospital room, the doctor didn't say anything, but I am in a state of full awareness when they open my skull. It's unbelievable and very strange.
When they decide to operate on me to remove the blood chunk in my brain, they can't afford to loose me by using to much anesthetics by knocking out my heart beat completely... something to do with pons and medulla region... I heard everything with my eyes shut. I remember feeling like I was in my own of prison waiting to be freed. And strangely, there was no pain, or maybe there were... the pain didn't really matter at that point. I was ready to learn about every thing about neuroscience.
The doctors seemed professional, because I could not sense any emtions involved. They were like a very careful life saving butcher with artistical hands.
Fear is only another emotion that is constantly increasing... How much I wanted just stand up and scare the shit out of them. But I can't, powerless to move. Helpless, hopeless...
All of sudden I feel sorry, as I see out of corner of my eye and see a nurse, the only one there seem to have some human emotions dropped a tear... I remember my family, those waiting outside the room must feel ten times worse than that nurse I don't know.
I could choose right and then to fight or to let it go... but I felt so powerless to fight, afterall the reason I got myself into this situation is because I can't bare to take it any more. And I say to myself "this is not too bad, not as painful as I thought" Even though I wanted it short and painless, this took much longer than I thought. If I concentrate hard enough I could feel the pain... not like any pain I ever felt before, but a constant sensation that seemed very friendly. Yes, I thought the pain was like a guardian angel that travelled since the beginning of time. And I was fearing losing it, trying to grab on my sensation of pain forever.
I didn't see a tunnel of light, and everything was getting darker and feelingless. So I thought I was going to hell... but why feel so peaceful?
This is the second time... I might develop a sick fetish of killing myself imcompletely and letting people save me. They might lock me up one of these days, and my fear is, I won't even have control of my own life in this world. If I can't even decide how I wanted to live my life, then... what's the purpose of my existence.
Meaningless, life is to be, at least for me.
Part of me still wishes to be normal, and even very sociable on good days, feeling life is so beautiful. Part of me sees the reality, the ugliness of mankind, the stinks of this city of this planet, wishing the world be destroyed hundred times and cast into the sun. Wishing People stop pretending that their life have a purpose, hoping people remember from the time when we are born, we are waiting to die. We are just fucking animals covered flowery skin, wolves under sheep's clothing.
How many justifications do you see per day? How many lies do you hear per week? Layer upon layer, I wanted to fucking uncover all your layers. I want to expose all of you liars out there. I hate this fucking planet. I hate all of you. You fucking stink of worldly taste. Why do I have do it myself? If there is a God, help me to die, erase my life from this world, erase all of you who think the same way. Let the dogs live in a dog's world.
|17 Dec 2003||Erica||I have been depressed for five years now. i know that suicide is a western luxury, but sometimes i just wish there was no more tomorrow to worry about. Today has been bad, i have been crying all day, i know that i am probably being stupid as there are things in my life to look forward to. i would starve myself to death, but i am not allowed, i have been anorexic for the same five years and my parents admit me into hospitals when ever i stop eating. having to eat regularly and maintaining a normal weight is hell, on top of that i am depressed and some days can only manage to wake up, let alone function. i do want to die, but i also desperately want to live. what can i say, don't give up y'all, happiness is an illusion, i never believed in it and i never will. it is the trying that they call happiness, trying to stay sane and looking after others, that is a form of 'happiness'.|
|14 Dec 2003||MauvaisSouhait||Days are getting shorter and even with knowing that, things seem tougher. Like there isn't an existence withouth some sort of difficult anxiety. Like when it's beautiful outside and you decide to take a walk and then it starts to rain. Or when you begin your walk and you trip and fall on something. You begin to bleed and see your life coming out of you. Slowly every bit of your existence is leaving. But it isn't much. You can wrap it up and get home in time to where nothing really happens. Or like.. when i'm smoking and i take a drawl and see the red lit part eat away at the paper... it's like my life is the cig. And then the pain takes a piece of me and eats away at me... and then i blow out the smoke and release some pain... like when i cut and release my pain. It's all the same. But will i ever get to the end of the cig? Will i ever take that last puff and breath out the very last bit of smoke... i wonder|
|14 Dec 2003||Steve||Hey everyone. I haven't killed myself yet, but I fear I must do it soon. Too many troubles. Very few reasons to continue.
I'm surprised Mauvais isn't dead, as I recall her writing that she was going to do herself in the other day. Good for you, Mauvais. I hope you can find some true enjoyment in life and get past being suicidal. Even though I'll most likely end my life very soon, I wouldn't wish the same miserable fate upon anyone else.
I'd been seeing my doctor every once in a while over the past few months for depression. He put me on Zoloft and kept raising my dosage, until yesterday when he gave up on it and decided to refer me to a psychiatrist at the hospital for more specialized treatment because Zoloft didn't seem to help me at all. The psychiatrist put me on Effexor which is supposedly superior to SSRI drugs such as Zoloft. I have little faith in drugs though. Adjusting my mindset at this point would literally take a miracle, and I figure I'm doomed to commit suicide in the days to come.
What is the true objective of life anyways? Is there really any meaning to it? Are we anything but material beings only concerned with our possessions and physical beauty? I've come to believe that there is seemingly no objective or meaning in life, and we are only concerned with our own bottomless egos. People believe emotions such as love are sacred and apply true meaning to life, but is this the case at all? Sure, you may come to 'love' someone eventually, but when it comes down to it, is that 'love' based on anything more than PHYSICAL attraction? You may like their personality and intellect, but if they were extremely ugly or poor, you would no longer see them the same way. Let's face it, humanity seems pretty fucked. We can dance around the obvious as much as we like, but the only solid conclusion is that we only care about ourselves and life is one big, ugly mess. I can no longer deal with all the cuts and scratches of my everyday extistence. There's always been something amiss in my life that can never be found. I feel this must end soon.
Happy suicidal holidays everyone! I'll be returning and will hopefully be able to put in a post before I kill myself. Try and enjoy yourselves, I know I probably won't
everything's blue in this world
the deepest shade of mushroom blue
spilling out of my head
|11 Dec 2003||Thag||I was definitely a miserable person for about a dulling decade. I hated myself and other people and felt like I had no soul. The reasons were probably all tied in with ill forced social interaction within in the school systems. At the time I was physically weak and probably mentally weak. I was then, an easy target for people who made themselves feel better by making others feel worse. Writing this is a catalyst to stir long suppressed memories, and now that I think about it, all of the pain was psychological. I don't think ANY of it was physical. I have several "incidents" of socially humiliating situations which have stayed surfaced in my conscience and serve as epitomies for the many other nearly daily humiliating occurances that my mind suppressed.
A recent change in my life seems to have drastically improved my subjective worldview though. Well, the first change was not having to go to school anymore. So if you're still in high school and hate it, your best move is just to stick it out. But the second change was to look for apartments on the internet (try rent.com) that were really cheap so I could go live by myself on a small supply of income (200 bucks a week about). You have to spend time searching because typically rent is cheap where demand is low and demand is low where there is an unhealthy ghetto social atmosphere. I thought ALL cheap rent would be in some corrupt ghetto but I was wrong. Search for rural places away from major cities. You need to visit there and see if it's a bad area first. Now I have very little stress. I'm away from traffic, hectic work and the miserable school system. Just find some lame 7 dollar an hour job nearby. Some do exist where it is barely necessary to talk to anyone. People in rural places tend to be nicer anyways though. Then build yourself up by reading and excercising. You need to know. It helps to understand things. Think of anything that interests you and search for it at google.com or amazon.com. Start with the topic of suicide perhaps. When you are on your own you can spend all of your time doing what interests you.
One fact I've read that made me feel better is that the brain is not capable of feeling physical pain. Therefore I conclude that a bullet in the head would be the most painless way. We're lucky we have such technology I suppose. What would a suicidal neanderthal do? Well for starters, a neanderthal would be free of most of the civilization caused depression. We could have a government that made civilian possession of firearms illegal. Or imagine a suicidal person on death row who is unable to because he's on "suicide watch".
I'm often skeptical about whether a site like this might mostly be people joking around, but maybe I'll help someone. And if you havn't discovered videogames you need to get yourself a used genesis at ebay. You can escape from everything in videogames.
|08 Dec 2003||¬¬||First of all... you have to get raped... that's easy in this sick fucking world. And don't tell anyone, just you and your dreams, live with your pain some years. Then find a girl that has been through the same experience. Be stupid and think you can save her... maybe she can become your girlfriend, because she's desperate, not because your looks or your feelings. What a pity.
Then, watch her go down, depressed, and trying to kill herself. Eventually she will get a gun, and will show it to you... you can enjoy it, and then feel like all your effort is worthless, as everything you try. Then maybe you will be uncapable of loving another girl, you know, traumas are good. You might get your car and drive as fast as it gets, and you failed cause you are a great driver... wish you were your mom in that moment. Live without sleeping, without a healthy friendship, and hating yourself and your destiny... you can try to cut yourself sometimes works, but scars are scary and people don't like them very much, more when they get to know how you got them... then you find this page... in one of those days you feel like shit...
Isopropilic alcohol... used to clean cds... will surely kill you... and maybe you won't regret it... and maybe you will enjoy it...
|08 Dec 2003||rhjeryh||Get yourself a snowboard (take lessons if neccesary) Find the biggest mountain u can find and go on the top of it. Marvel at the beauty of the world and get second regrets about killing yourself then think to yourself wow im gonna get maybe 30 seconds of fun then go back to my shitty life then just go off the side... you will pick up so much speed that one bail and u will tumble to your death... while going down you realize that you love the feeling you get and then think to yourself "i'm killin myself because i love nothing no more and now i love this" but by then you have already commited yourself to death so u just jump to the ground and everything blacks out.... you wake up 2 weeks later in the hospital with every bone in your body broken but you're alive and you never look at life the same again... u begin to realize that life isn't so bad and u never think of suicide again (This is exactly what happened to me )|
|16 Nov 2003||Sjoinn Sigursdottìr||killing yourself... I have read every submission on this page. No one really mentioned a real way to do it. The most effective way, so it seems, is to become drastic. Eat poison! Be alone, make sure no one is going to catch you (unless your a suicide chump) and down a shit-load of arsenic or some sweet tasting anti-freeze, mmm! Make sure u have enough or it will cost your family a goddamn fortune to hospitalize you. Request a cremation, it's cheaper. Who gives a fuck what happens to your dead body... it's dead!
Maybe i'm wrong... maybe you shouldn't kill yourself. But after all, it is your body that you did not have a say in obtaining. If you think you have a chance, you absolutely need to get your ass over to a Comprehensive Care Center and get the Meds, stay on them, make sure they're right for you and go to group sessions, you'll learn much. Remember, NO ONE KNOWS HOW BAD YOU HURT INSIDE BUT YOU! People that are assholes will say that you are being petty and trivial, others will pretend they give a fuck and some will tell you that you are a weak individual. They are all entitled to their opinion, and they may be right - I don't know you - , but I have realized that possibly the problem with everyone is that we are limited to our own perceptions which are hugely flawed and we don't actually know anything. We can speculate about everything but the reality is that *reality* is everything and nothing. All that makes sense of reality is our own flawed perceptions and how we interpret them... soooo, no one is right and no one is wrong. What I see as sufficient information is that it is true that you are in endless torture. How we deal with it makes the difference. Deal with it as you like but remember you can try to change if you feel like you want it but you have to want it for it to work.
Now that you have a grip on why humans behave the way they do, maybe you can cope 1% better than yesterday. We all came from monkeys, that's a fact. Monkeys can be irrational and very very stupid (the list goes on). Put it in your mind that at anytime someone makes you miserable and can't comprehend why, just remember that they are a stupid ass monkey-relative. We can't help what happens in life but coping is what can get you to the side with the pretty green grass and stuff. But don't ask me how, i'm still trying to kill other people, not myself.
|15 Nov 2003||Dewy||I just wanted to say that I think suicide is a wonderful thing. Though I have yet to succeed, I am going to stop trying because of my children. They are my only reason for living. But for those of you who are not in my situation I think it's a good idea. I know the hell that I am going through and wish so bad that killing myself would leave no repercussion on my kids, but I know it will. And I am sure that a lot of you who are reading this site know the kind of hell I am talking about. I have been on so many friggin pills! I'm sick of it! Nothing seems to work. My doctor keeps promising me that we'll "find the right stuff" to help me but I have all but lost hope. By the way I am diagnosed as being bi-polar with severe depression and psychosis. The hallucinations alone are enough of a reason for me, let alone the times I go from bouncing off the walls to feeling like everything and everyone is against me and out to get me. Like I said if it wasn't for my kids I'd still be trying to kill myself.|
|20 Aug 2003||Nadia||You know, I have heard a lot of stories in people actually commiting suicide, writing notes to their loved ones before they take their own life. I understand, suicide to me was the best option. Get out of this world quickly, efficiently, leave all shit behind and maybe start a new one, whether it would be on the other side or not... It is the best reason among others to get rid of problems... Listen, I'm bisexual, ok, and since I was 14 I knew it and at times I wanted to be a male so much I'd cry in the corner of my room till I could cry no more. I wanted to dress, walk, talk and act like a boy. I wanted to impress and flatter like a guy would, god knows I wanted to. Now imagine it, that is the one situation where you cannot take tablets to change your sex like you can take to depress a pain, you cannot change immediately when you feel like it, you have to LIVE WITH IT for the rest of your existence, whether you like it or not. Now that is one situation where it cannot be helped, am I right? Unless you consider major surgery you cannot. Telling my family... well, I would have none after that. I was depressed, but I thought to myself, why am I like this?? Why am I so negative? and there was no answer. So pulling myself up, I decided to have a go at being more positive in this life. I faced all positive aspects. I am bi, yes, but that does not stop me marrying and having children with a guy. And do I need to tell anyone? No of course not, because I will focus on the right side of me... Soon with my own mind, I felt better, I got up and smelt the fresh air and thought to myself, why not stay?? We were put on this earth for what reason??-to live, simple enough. Thats all we need to know, and that should be enough encouragement for many people. To tell me and others that you simply want to die, tells me you are weak minded and you do not have any immunity in you. So here's a bit of advice, also based on my experiences. To me, love is the most important thing in the world, without love for yourself or anyone else, existence is worthless. Learn to love yourself. Tell yourselves this: There are much worse off people in the world, there are people who continue to live in fear and hatred surrounding them, like living between four walls, people who cannot escape because there are no exits, but in myself, I can find a reason to stand up and go outside, and be positive, and I can survive knowing that my future is waiting for me and I will ensure that my life WILL be worth living, for the today is the begining of the rest of my life, and let that be a lesson not forgotten.
In other words dont sit on your ass, feeling depressed and filled with bad emotion, get out there, get help, draw a list of positives-and I know there is in all of you- and FORGET what went on in the past, leave it all behind. One person to look up to is 'David Pelzer'- Read his first book. And he survived... and so should you...
|19 Jul 2003||Whitney||The worst way to kill yourself is to do it slowly. That I mean by using crystal meth. It eats you away slowly day by day, stripping you of life and meaning. I am ashamed to admit to currently being a user, but I want to spread the word and hopefully change the fate of someone's life. I wish I would have had someone to tell me so. Although I AM quitting this drug, it has forever changed me inside. For a part of this evil will follow me hiding in the shadows of my past.|
|16 Jul 2003||deadlypudding||Before the date of April 27, 2003 I would have responded with a playful remark of some object for you to use. However, after the events of that day (which my cousin,15, commited suicide) I have to say I hope you are not seriously going to try and make that will you?|
|07 Jul 2003||molli||hello everyone-
it has been along time sense I last filled out one of these forms but even though I have not been responding and shit I am here and I am reading everything that has been written and hope with highest hopes that we live on I know this past weekend I almost pasted away ...... my 14 th birthday is coming up on tuesday and I can't believe I made it this far and I thought I would never see 14 ... but this rate I am hoping I will make it to 16... slowly I can feel my depression trying to take me slowly and kill me but it is slowly working even though I am fighting I have been throwing up the little that has been in my stomach and I haven't really been eating and every time I try to eat it just comes back up even when I don't want it to..... my life with my friends and family is getting better but I can't live with a fake smile on my face asking questions that only the loved ones can answer.... I hate me and my depression so much that it doesn't matter what they think any more or how the treat me.... so I am now "saying good-bye to hollywood... I am going to hell, who's coming with me?" but before I go will some one answer this for me.... How can I love others more then I love myself? How did they find the me myself can't find it?