|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?
|14 Mar 2011||justin||suicide is rude, you end your problems knowing its going to cause others problems. Life is a bitch, and then you die, why shorten it, everyone has shitty times, some worse than others. but we all deal with shit. some things take longer than others to fade away, but eventually thought of suicide will go away if you want them too.|
|13 Mar 2011||hurt foreva||I lost my boyfriend of 5 yrs to suicide to say 4 yrs later im still devastated and left with alot of what ifs you have no idea how my heart is and will always ache foor the person i loved soo much people think its a joke.... no its the hurt n pain within them to kill themselves....you need to know the crushed feelings of those who lose someone to suicide it never never gos away pls think about it its not a fuckin game or joke sit back n seriously think that u r better than that n u r perfect jus|
|24 Feb 2011||trevor||im 13 years old and i took my friends dads 22. pistol and aimed at my head and the bullet passed my brain stem and stopped on the other side of my head. so if you try gunning your self, aim better than me.oh ya hospital and a surgen pulling a bullet out of you ear hurts!!!!!|
|25 Jan 2011||gabby||honestly there is none. i have tryed evry way and i am stil here. i havent had the best life n have had depression since i was 2. i am now 16 and stil having suicidal thoughts. its just best to not try. ull ruin ur life tryin to end it. ive lost many friends from tryin. in the end its not worth ruining evrythin.|
|21 Jan 2011||singh||Suggestion please do not commit suicide wait for some days & everything will be all right.I was also going through same phase|
|15 Jan 2011||KALAVENI MANICKAM||my answer is 'NOTHING'. NO ONE HAS RIGHTS TO KILL THEMSELVES. ITS PAINFUL TO LET THE ONE WHO LOVES YOU TO SUFFER.I LOST MY SISTER.BUT SHE DIED THRU A CAR ACCIDENT.ITS PAINFUL.|
|11 Jan 2011||fate decides your life , you dont||im a thirteen year old boy , my mother and father died in a car crash when i was only five years of age , i was then orphaned for three years and teased by all the other kids , when i was nine , i was finaly adopted by two drunk assholes who no longer want me because i do better at school than they did , i was beaten almost every night and now i was on the verge of ending my life at the age twelve one year ago . thankfully my best friend and teacher had called child services and i was out of the house within one day , i got my final beating but that didnt matter because my life would finaly change , i now live with my best friends parents and i am happy . Nothing bad enough to end your life over|
|09 Dec 2010||jb||I think I know well how everyone in here feel. I was going to shoot my self about 2 month ago when my life got so bad. If I was adopted I would had pull the trigger the only thing that stop me was that I could not put my nieces and nephew through the after math. To this day I still have the round that was in the chamber on top of my tv stand.|
|29 Nov 2010||melissa||No one needs to kill themselves. think of your family and friends and the devistation you will cause them. seek God and he will help you through anything. My life has been a mess. molested beaten and i have thought about killing my self but that is not the answer. you are worth so much more. God loves each of you so much.|
|11 Nov 2010||Enoch161||Im tired of it. ever since i was in 5th grade i wanted to kill myself. now im in 9th and the feeling is getting worse. just last year i would do ANYTHING to stay out of school. now i want to stay in school for as long as i possibly can. i hate my house. my dad loves her 2 daughters more than me. he tells me to do all the work with him and if i do something wrong i get the blame. the dont do NOTHING AT ALL and no matter what i do im wrong. my family is dying slowly and so am i. ive tried numerous suicide attempts. banging my head on the wall of my house on basketball poles and even on concrete. i only have reason to be hear today and thats my best friend. shes the only reason y i want to go to school. ive also tried killing myself over certain things such as mee getting yelled at ,beat, even for liking a girl that didnt like me. my dad just gave me a 10 min speech on why im in school and all of that and that just motivates me more to die because its just telling me that im close to entering this thing we call life. sure i have my brothers and parents and sisters and stuff unlike some children but they dont care so y should i. i dont want to kills myself yet cuz of my best friend and whether heaven or hell is real and if so will i go to hell. the more i think about it the more i want to find out. a whole lot of people have it worse than me physically, but mentally im just a 5% charged laptop without a charger. of all the time ive attempted suicide ive only have 1 effect twice. i have pneumonia twice but i didnt die. i get a severe sickness every winter and hope to die from one of them. im almost done...1 last thing...if my dad dies...i have no reason left to live...then i die...|
|11 Nov 2010||coryyy||im exactly 13 and 1/2 right now. ive been contemplating suicide for many years. and heres my story. it all started when i was 6 and 1/2. i was raped by my sisters ex boyfriend when he was supposed to be giving me a bath. ever scince ive ben plotting revenge. starting with him and ending in myself. then my mom just recently threw a ceramike plate that she split in half on the counter. it left a huge scar.... my bestest friend in the whole wide world nate said that it gets better. im starting to scrutinize if thats true. my parents treat me like dirt. and for a while school was the only way out. until recently. ive ben called every name in the fucken book..whore..lesbian..freak...weirdo...useless. and worst of all....."it". i want to just shoot myself right now but i cant.. i got the gun in my hand right now and i just cant...does anybody hear me??? no nobody does... im all alone in this world.. the only thing keeping me from my destiny on the other side is......nathan.... i love you..ill try to never leave you|
|09 Nov 2010||greg||im 29. it doesnt get better unless u lie 2 yourself or get drugs. my plan was to just run my body and brain into chemical oblivion. but the memories hurt me EVERY DAY. they say u only remember the good times. THATS A LIE! EVERYDAY MY MEMORIES ARE ONLY PAIN AND SADDNESS. life bad when people say "dont worry, things will get better" and when u dont "get better"? its worse... they dont say anything at all. TRANSLATION: YOU FAILED AT LIFE and p.s. dont depress your nieces and nephews|
|28 Oct 2010||loquita||drugs and alcohol.(if you take this seriously, read all of this, if you arent willing to do that, read the last few paragraphs)
i say this because i have spent the last four years of my life killing myself slowly with these tools.
i was fifteen when i started to drink "socially". also the same age i tried marijuana for the first time.
i found a great escape in these things. when i was drunk and high i could forget about how worthless, insecure, disgusted with myself and depressed i was. i thought i had found a savior in these things.
i speak from experience, and it can be debated all day whether pot is a gateway drug, but for myself, and many my friends it was. pot lead to coke, then to mushrooms and lsd, then to ecstasy then to pills, and not to mention the array of drugs that the pot was laced with out of my 4 years i spent wasting myself.
at first it started out doing these things in the summer. but when school started back up, i needed an escape from the pressure and stress of highschool and the troubles i was having at home. my parents have been divorced since i was 1 and i didnt get along with the stepfather. so drinking and drugging became a weekend hobby.
i graduated from hs a semester early and started college. i found many of kids with the same habits of me and the drinking and drugs became almost an everyday activity. pot and alcohol became my life. i lived to get high and drunk. so much that i quit going to school. then on st. patricks day of this last year i got a wake up call. i was arrested with a dui, and spent 7 hours in jail. i realized i was spinning out of control. but what was i supposed to do, its hard to stop spinning once you start. i tried to quit, but i had addictions rooted for 4 years. i stayed off drink for about 3 weeks, saying if i just smoke ill be alright. but it didnt last, pot alters perceptions until it was clear to me, as long as im not driving i am alright to go on as i please.
i spent april through august in a drunken stupor until i got another wake up call. i had been on a two week straight drinking binge, every single day from the time i woke up til i past out the next morning, fucked up. a friend i hadnt seen in awhile came to pick me up to hang out from this house i was staying at. i was still drunk when she got me at 9 in the morning. i passed out in her car on the 2 hour drive to her house, and when i woke up i couldnt remember where i was or why. i kept trying to cover up what i was feeling, that i was out of control, with pot. but it didnt work anymore. i didnt forget the things that bothered me when i was high anymore. then something happened. what i can only explain as a spiritual awakening.
later that day, by the grace of god, i found some kind of strength from with in to ask my mother to take me to rehab. now, today ive been clean for 2 months after completing a rehab program that has given me much information and support.
maybe ive rambled, but i just wanted to say all this in some attempt that maybe someone feels similar to me. and cos i know that many kids younger than 15 get into these things.
i found this site by accident, not intentional. but lately i have come to believe that nothing is accidental.
all i want to say to wrap this up is i know what its like to not want to live, to try to do anything to stop everything that is going on around me. i know what its like to completely hate the person you see in the mirror. i know what its like to want to die. and i found some earthly ways to kill myself slowly. but out of all this, what ive realized that death wouldnt of solved anything, death would have been giving up. i know at times it seems thats all we can do, but that just simply is not true. youve got to find something in life that makes you genuinely happy and hold on to that.
when youre 13 years old, you havent the ability to see very far into the future. but im telling you, if you just find that something and hold on to it, you will see better days.
and that drugs and alcohol are not the answer, the only thing they will bring is an empty band and a world full of hurt, and addictions. ive learned from my experiences, but you dont have to. you cant become an addict if you never pick up the drugs and drink. dont waste your life like i did. cos for the short time when it made me feel okay with myself, allowing me to forget, using these things. that all was a lie. it was just a cover up cos all the problems were still there. the problems in life dont go away until you stand up to them and start dealing with the demons, before they deal with you.
dont be afraid child, you are loved. by at least one person on this earth. me!
and by someone that isnt on this earth.
god is love.
stay strong, live long.
|23 Oct 2010||Jessica Climons||I was 4 when I was officially depressed. I was abused mentally and emotionally everyday of my life by my sister and the people in school or around the world. I secluded myself from the world and being young I learned that hating myself and not having friends was the way life for me was suppose to be. I hated God, life, my parents and started to become sexual at ayoung age. As I grew older the looks became more important and the people jugded me more untill I drunk cleaning supplies to try to kill myself. It was God in MY heart always telling me to vomit or pass out when I took pills and to not go on with it. I tried to get my life to god but the devil always had his clutches on me. Because of my low self esteem he always had me. I hated my father and mother because I felt they werent there. But when my mom found one of my numerous death notes she took me up for pray and a man told me something that mom told me but it meant more from a stranger saying "I love you. It will be alright, and YOU ARE WORTH SOMETHING!" you kids werent put on this earth for no reason or to be an example of imperfection being stupid or being full of flaws, or whatever thats bothering you people to kill yourself you were put in this world to do the good. I LOVE you people e-mail me I LOVE YOU i can be there for you just dont give up life because the devil is urging you it took me almost 10 years to be free and Im only 13 right now. The devil is going to show you what pain is if you kill yourself being in gods light is work [hell yes] but it worth every second of work to noitce you feel happy. God bless you e-mail me email@example.com im there!|
|13 Oct 2010||Chelsea||I know im writing a lot, but your not a lone in this world. At 12 I got drunk and laid down in front of on coming traffic. I didnt care. My friend who lived across the street got to me before a car did. Second time I slit my wrist. Woke up at the hospital. The state i was leaving in let me decide if i wanted to leave my mom. I did. I had tried to kill myself and she was in the hospital screaming at me. She was told to leave. I never saw her until 9 years later. Foster was ok. I lost my foster dad after 3 years. I never thought i would ever have that. It was worse than the abuse loosing him. My foster was never the same at 15 i was a lone again. That feeling has never left me, but im here im trying i want to be happy everyone deserves happiness. The one thing that kept me strong and i can honestly say after i was done crying i always told myself someone out there has it worst than me. Doesnt mean thats good just reminded me not to complain because my life could be worse. I am just one of the walking wounding.|
|13 Oct 2010||Chelsea||I tried to kill myself twice when i was 12. Im now 22. I cant really say I regret trying. It was my escape. When I was 5 my cousin who was 16 was molesting me. It started when I was a sleep at night. I woke up in the mornings with my underware off almost every morning. At 5 i could never understand why that was. I thought it was me. Until it started while i was awake. My mom and moved us away. She saved me from that monster but that didnt protect me from her. She was acholic and drug addict. Never home. I raised my little brother. My older sister only cared about herself. When my mom was home i was beat. Thrown through the front door , black eyes going to school, my sis and mines head banged together or into walls, kicked in ribs. Things that are imbedded into my mind. My grandfather tried to molest me two years after my cousin. I knew better. Mom wouldnt believe me. I was in and out of foster care more than 4 times for periods of 9 months at a time and then returned.|
|24 Sep 2010||firefighter||Well first off I can speak from true expereince. I had a shit life growing up. Abuseive family, being molested by a teacher in my public school for three year and holding it all in. I became a firefighter/Paramedic inwhich I saw many horrible things. But I pushed it all down. Then one morning I woke up and I looked at my self in the mirror and said too myself I want to die. I was 22 years old. I went to the basement and grabed a container of antifreeze and poured myself a large 8oz glass. And down the hatch it went. That shit taste the worst. So I went to bed.Woke up the next day feeling ok a bit funny but still able to do my job and all that. The thing is with this stuff it isw harmless to you untill you liver processes it, that when the shit begins to hit the fan. By the morning of day three I new it was close I was still fucuncial but I spent a bit of time with all my friends and family knowing that it would be over soon. Yhat night was hard it had taked effect it works on you like you are really drunk very impaired, I was having a hard time walking and moving around. So I went to bed. I next thing I kinew I woke up and was heading down the stairs and some of my friends were there. As I got closer to them they could see that there was something really wrong and I collaped on the floor. I was taken to the hospital and I was having seizuer after seizuer and they could not find what was wrong with me. So two days later they were going to send me to a major truma center in London as they were loading me in the ambulance I died. They worked on me for 18min and 14sec and brought me back. So they flew me to london. Where I staied for 5 months three of which I was in a coma.I had to relearn to wealk talk dress my self you name it all over again. I am now 33 I am now longer a firefighter because I have permant kidney damage due to the antifreeze poision. But I am back in College thaking Electrical engeneing I have a 5 year old son who I love to death. I would be lieing to you if I said that I never think about suicide any more because I still to. But that will Be a battle that I will have to live with and fight with for the rest of my life. So put up your fist and fight you can do it.|
|01 Jul 2010||Kelli||Listen young man i know its hard and its tough...but life is too precious to do something sooo stupid. I am 19 divorced, and have no relatonship with my mother by choice now. When i was 9 months old my mom left my dad, my older sister, and me. She was 19 and partying was her life for the next 6 years. My dad remarried a Bitch that beat me, her dad raped me, beat me and cheated on my dad..in front of me many times. My mom tried to come back to save me but only to hurt me when i was 7 when my dad remarried. Later to find out that she was a drug addicted and try to get me to turn against my dad. I chose to stop talking to her for 6 more years because she was allowing my 6 year old little sister to do drugs and drink with her. When i was 15 my dad finally believed me about the woman he was married to that she was cheating. We left, and my dad went down the deep end. Im 15 a freshman in high school working 3 jobs raising my self. After 2 years i couldnt do it and i turned to my mom. Again..i was hurt by her, her abusive, perverted hustband and was back on my own. 6 months later a guy i had know my whole life asked me to marry him. i said yes. I was working 50 hours a week a senior in high school taking care of both him and i. I couldnt tell you how many times i have been baker acted, how many different guns i tried to use, or how many times i would sleep wishing i would never wake up. 4 months after i got married, i graduated high school with a 3.6 by my self working...just to proove to people that there is hope in some people...a month later my husband beat the hell out of me...that when i still look in the mirror i dont see myself the same i still see the horror that he did for 6 hours and he locked me in our house for 3 days before finally turning himself in for what he had done. I had the same job for 3 years and quit because it was all the same. I drank, and drove, took pill cut myself. I have tried it all been through a lot and still walk around with a smile on my face.
Sometimes its better to kill others...with kindness than it is to kill your self...because once you have done that you have prooved to all those bad and mean people...that you let them choose your path instead of making your own.
|26 Jun 2010||the one who deserves death||Whats the Best way to kill yourself when you are 13?
Here is the Answer, there is no best way it all hurts very painfully.
you have alot to live for and trust me you really do... i wish i had chosen the right path when i was around that age but depression got the better of me and i continued my ways.
i say dont do it, there is no need live your life and grow old and then die of natural causes.
|04 Jun 2010||Christopher||It makes me quite sad to read this (I found this page by accident. I know how some of you feel. Ok Im lucky enough to say I've never been abused and i will never be able to understand the kind of pain that must cause but I know what it's like to look on the mirror and completely despise what is looking back and feel like erasing myself off the face of the planet. I spent 3 years desperately depressed and ended up in hospital more times than I care to remember. I took overdoses of sleeping pills, painkillers and a huge amount of alcohol. I've cut myself so bad that i've lost some movement in my rift hand. There is no way to properly describe fully the pain that I felt. Right now I'm trapped in a loveless relationship with a man that openly cheats on me constantly. I can't find work so I can't get out. At least work was an escape for me. My family has disowned me because a while back when he started cheating I forgave him and refused to leave him. I spend every day being told I'm worthless and a waste of space. But I know that if I kill myself I will only prove the world right so I vow to somehow pull myself out of this rut and make something of myself. I know what it's like to not be able to sink any lower and be gripped by complete desperation but no matter how desperate you are everyone is unique and special. I know you probably don't feel it but I promise that each and every one of you has a valuable place in life. It may take time to see it but I swear it's true. There is nothing so cruel as false hope so I whole hearted swear that every person on earth is amazing and beautiful in their own way. I love you all and I hope one day you can see the strength in the mirror and love yourself for having the strength to overcome your pain.|