|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?
|24 Jan 2010||starfish||Jabb, you are taking a wrong approach. There's no point in waiting for someone to come and magically make your life worth living. People are just like that, they care about themselves, not giving a shit about others, especially those they don't know. Moreover, if you look too needy, you'll scare them away. It's you who has to make the change. Don't make yourself depenent on others, self sufficiency is the key. You are in college so get good at something, it's bound to attract people at a certain point, even if they just ask you to tutor them. People befriend those that are useful to them. It's kinda like barter - you give something to them and get something else in return. Regardless of what some hypocrites may tell you, nothing is free in this world. You are young and have endless possibilties spread out before you. You only need to grab one. It'll most likely require a lot of work but everything in life comes at a price. Good luck and I hope you'll be able to pull yourself out of this dark spot you're in right now.|
|23 Jan 2010||acid||I don't know it's everywhere it's all that's in my head i can't get it out it's everywhere i look i don't know how to get rid of it all it just keeps coming back and back and back and back
i can see all of you smiling and laughing and having a can of beer
no one needs me.
|14 Jan 2010||Elizabeth||my niece is 12 and its amazing seeing the change in her from happy carefree child to sullen ill tempered stranger. Its like she had a personality transplant over night! But its exactly what happened to me at the same age, and from reading all the other blogs its easy to see that if you don't fit the mold, we all feel like it at the same type of age. Its not gonna make you feel better to know your not alone, because it still doesn't solve the problems you're all facing. I tried to kill myself when i was a young teenager and i really wanted to die. But looking back i am so glad i didn't, and its not because everything in my life got better, if anything alot of things got worse. But thank God for rescuing me. God gave me peace in the midst of my pain and joy in the midst of my sorrow. My situation to an outsider was much the same. But God gave me a new heart and out of it came a new attitude, a new mindset. He made me love myself, because he loved me. He loves you too. Even if you don't believe it now or ever, he's there... always.|
|10 Jan 2010||jazz||Swim Down. Down, Down, Down until you cant get back up. I've done it, but by mistake, and in the wrong context. I wasn't tryin to die when it happened. And i didnt die, but the jist was there. Reading this website reminds me to say, as we all realize,. it's forever!! As this comes off as a warning, the redundancy is pretty appparent. You can't get any do-overs.
There's another method as well., better than all the others. Cleaner than weapons, faster than poison or cutting. Less graphic than accidents, or violence., the stongest point is if you're into the lifestyle, it really could be by accident, and truthfully out of your control. And you leave a nice looking corpse. And the strongest thing, is as it kills you you may not even realize it, although panic may be involved. I'm not going to say what the method is though. the reason is it's the best way to live, and the best way to die. I'd rather see people live though.
|07 Jan 2010||Kat||It's better to talk about it with someone who will listen than take it into your own hands. No more suicide games.|
|28 Dec 2009||ScareCrow||I don't know how I feel reading all of these posts, although I do know that I couldn't endorse anyone killing themselves at 13. Now at 40, I feel my own will to live slipping away daily. I can't say that I had a bad childhood, or that everyone is against me, or that there is anyone else causing me pain. I went through that phase in my early 20s - suicide was a reaction to the disappointments of ended relationships, but I got over it. Now, however, it is different. I am truly struggling with hopelessness. I keep trying to 'soldier on', but even in that the best case scenario is arriving at a more difficult situation. Even if I win I lose. I am currently living hundreds of miles from home. I have a decent job, although I suspect I will soon be fired. Although I feel that I am constantly working I can't keep up. Part of the reason for that is that I am trying to complete my Ph.D., which would complete an 8 year pursuit. My paycheck barely pays the bills, and I can get no assistance. I have had some other setbacks over the past 2 months and don't know if I will be able to pay tuition this semester, which will terminate me from school and make this 8 year journey moot. But that is just another stress in what has been a constant struggle for the past few years. I'm so busy that I have no time for forming a meaningful relationship, and all my friends are far far away. I'm not crying daily, not bitter or angry, just tired. I feel as though I have already wasted my life and just know that it will not improve, even though I try to tell myself that it will. I do think about people in my life that I will hurt if i take my life, and that may be my only barrier, but I'm just tired of trying to keep going. Ironically, my chosen profession is in psychology, and for years I counseled suicidal patients. The things that I would say to them sound hollow when applied to my own life. I don't think I will end my life, even though I do believe that I want to, but I feel myself stepping closer to that edge. Nothing dramatic, no big statement to make, just want relief.|
|16 Dec 2009||d...............||i wish that could work for me. i wish i could say to him, "if you leave me, i'll kill myself" and he'd stay so i wouldn't. but that wouldn't work. not in this case. because in this case, nothing matters. not life, not love, not death nor peace. nothing matters. there is no secret to life. it's just existence. all you do is exist. numb, broken, but breathing. your still existing. can't laugh anymore, can't cry anymore. just keep pretending. keep existing. keep hurting, but keep breathing. HE has a plan for us all. None of us will ever know what HE has planned for us. But we can count on one thing, death. Everyone will pass. Existence will never last forever. I promise you that. HE promises you that. So keep breathing, keep hurting, keep trying if you want, or give up, but just keep breathing, wake up in the morning, go to sleep at night, fake all your smiles, keep pretending so noone tries to snoop in your business. breathe. the end of the world is near. there is far too much wickedness in the world right now for it to keep going on much longer. people are less shameful, everyone is a killer, a rapist, a molester, and no one cares to stop it. HE is getting angry. The earth itself is tired of humanity just taking and taking and never giving anything back. So just breathe. Keep breathing. There is only so much oxygen left. It's running out folks. Just enjoy the way it feels when you breathe it in and let it out. It's a simple pleasure. breathe.|
|12 Dec 2009||faeith||Live life, and deal with whatever crap Fate throws your way. Dealing with this pain is the definition of 'living a life'. Happiness cannot be achieved without a price, even if suffering is the price you pay.
I am a 21 year old girl, turning 22 in two months, and half my life I am in engaged in an epic battle with Fate. I am living with a KillerPainful-LifeLong-disease, a family that is too far away, a boyfriend who is at times as heartless as heck, and friends who are too busy with their own life. Many a times when I am just too weary, and tired of hurting, I sit with a blade in my hand contemplating death. A sinful bliss.
As purpose rewrites the hopelessness
pain cancels out the burning anguish
calm takes over the rampage insanity
while numbness creeps in boisterously
silence replaces the stifling sobs
as death sets in, disguised as tranquility...
But this not how I want go down. I boast to myself, and who ever cares to listen that I am not the kind of person who gives up too easy. So I sit here contemplating death, but not doing anything about it. I think 'this is not going to achieve anything in the end except for ending my suffering, and life is suffering so deal with it'.
Theres always going to be a moment
Thats going to make life go out of control
no escape, forced to bask in its raiment
stay and fight, try again to be whole
... Dont wait till everything around you begins to fall.
And, I sit here with a blade aimed to my jugular as I contemplate life...
|06 Dec 2009||anonymous||i was full on suicidal for about two weeks because i was heartbroken, i was about 90% of the way there. i had already chosen an overdose as my way of dying.
"In the end, You will make it through"
This is 100% certain. You will always make it through in the end. But the end can be referred to as surviving and dying.
|02 Dec 2009||a miscreant of death||what is the point in life? everyday i hate waking up and everyday i hating getting out of my bed. i hate people for turning against me. I hate living day in and day out. just getting through the day is a fight to survive. there are so many ways that i think of how i want to die but it seems to just be a phase im going through that never ends. I understand I dont want to die but there is no other reason to live when not one person, or your recent boyfriend gives a f*ck. im currently fighting everyday to stay alive as well as wanting to die. this has been going on since mid 2005 maybe early 2006. so then why am I still here? obviously I do not want to die as I am still here but everyday I feel the thoughts of not wanting to go on for anything. the recent breakup turned and backfired on me and he has not given a F*&%ing Sh*t about me in who knows how long. I hope he is getting some good sex to realize how much he has hurt me, and to push away the real friend that I am. He has no one else that will ever love or care for him the way I do. Suicide is an option always but why on earth does every one says its not recommended? when everything else fails why would anyone want to keep going on? there is nothing to live for in life right now and like I said this started back when, so obviously I dont want to die but I want the thoughts and depression to just go away! I want him back and I want him to realize he was the one that f&%$ed up and wish he was the old bf that I knew in the beginning. becuz of him, everything going downhill since 2005, depression, im just tired of going on. and im sure I will still be here in a year with the same thoughts and feelings of emptiness and loneliness becuz even I know Im not deserving of love or happiness. it has been proven to me for some time now. write later my miscreants of death.|
|10 Nov 2009||Titus||Kid I'm sorry but you're nuts. I'm 22 I'm gay I'm a furry, I have a shit job, my parents wish I was dead, I feel like killing myself. but kid, why do you ask this question?there is no good way because it's not a good thing to do. Teen's are a cruel and ruthless bunch of basterds but really come on. you know nothing of the world when you're 13 or younger. you know nothing but the hate s and predgeduce(Sp?) of the teens and teachers around you. You're as depresed about this shit world just like everybodty else is. Call a helpline, and take down this site.|
|08 Nov 2009||Conscious||I don't know how to start this. Really, it's cliched, but there's no beginning to this. I've, in my life, cycled through so much thought that I have gained extra years of nothing, pent up as bags under my eyes. My emotional state has become void from over use and experimentation. I drift listlessly through days full of shit. At school I watch the others bite down on the bullshit of the world and force them selves into the position of a cog. The driving engine of society is where they will one day go. This I don't have a problem with. . . I wish I could do my homework too, and drop a 4.0 into my life. . .The only problem is when I sit still I can feel the blood moving in my feet and I can't bare the feel any texture. I find myself spending most of this free and uncomfortable time residing my self to various sides of inexistent deputes. . .Shit I don't know, I'd just like to actually learn something from the education system. Not just attempt to form myself into a rigid schedule that in the midst of I have to plan for an impending future. When I see people talk about college and their plans in life, even just buying a car, I cringe. All of the teachers think computers and the internet are the way of the future. . . All it is is forced consumption. So are most things. Everything is just economics and social trends it seems these days. I hate sitting through people having conversations about facebook, if I tried to discuss how social media wasn't that great of an idea no one would listen, there to busy tagging photos and tweeting to hold a conversation. . .I'm sick of gender roles in society, yet the concept of transgender youth is not appealing. All your doing by claiming to be born in the wrong body is keeping a fat cat surgeon rich and defying a specific role for each gender(in essence creating the divide that made you feel so isolated in the first place) Whatever though, do what you will. . .Post-feminism is a term I recently herd used, I think it fits with my thinking. In childhood, irony was cool, but now I guess it's extended to the teenage years. It's so utterly boring to see. Alas, I feel so shitty not learning in my history class. If only it were geared for people interested in learning, not just picking a number at the grocery store of college. . .But I can't complain to much, as I said before I can't do homework well and on time. . .I'd wish to have a bottle of wine right now, I'd be content with my state of affairs. God, I sound like a Bukowski character(minus the enjoyable bouts of traveling).
Eh, I see people taking them selves seriously and cringe too. Especially the ones that claim to be taking artistic roads, the more depressed ones, I wonder if they hate me. It's sort of a fun game when people who claim to resent society resent me.
I just think about how overproduced and awful their music is, but I just smile and tell them to keep it up. . .Growing up is funny though, you get to better understand people, you know, put them on the same playing field as you and watch how simple they are. I'm really sorry, I'm sounding super pretentious, I don't ever behave like this out loud amongst others, I just have so much fucking anxiety over nothing. . .I'm really sick of waking up in the morning. . .
|18 Oct 2009||jimskiii||ayeee boys and girls im jimskii obviously not my real name im 14 and fuck ive had a fucked up life but im not emo and shit have nothing against emos but ive been through alota shhit ive been stabbed and and my bros got in too hard drugs i drink and all that shit and i got expelled and i got kicked out of my dads and all this shit ive been fucked my whole life i had mild skysophrenia i think mm and i dont care if anyone i know reads this just shut up and if any of use nedd help i dont care add me on msn ur more then welcome coz i know how you feel so add me is you feel the need email@example.com and if any dickhead motherfuckers add me ill fucking get pissed off take care guys|
|05 Oct 2009||Instanteaneous||Well, i have had my heart broken many times!, for some reason, to me, love is the best thing in my life. I do care about being successful and what not. I am in college and have a 3.7.One reason why i am doing that well is because i am in love which keeps me going and happy and a reason to be successful and think of my future. Recently, my gf moved to another city becaue of college, a couple hundred miles away. lately, she ignores me and i feel as if shes forgetting me. I am a great bf and i feel that if she breaks up with me i will be depressed and will not know how to handle it. She seems to bethe type that would not cry or care too much about breaking up with a gu since she is very attractive ad knows she can get anyone she wants. I prefer to be in love than to be successful. I wouldn't be surprised if she has been cheating on me :l.Recently, after shetalked to me about breaking up i couldn't stop tearing. I have this small sword maybe a foot and a half long an i cut my chest across to see how it felt and if it would calm me down. i actually couldnt not feel it because of how sad i was. My sadness was way more painfull than hurting myself with a sword.i also cut my throat on the side just to see if it would help fight the other pain i was feeling, emotionally that is. At school when people ask, i would tell them i was in a fight or whatever. I live a normal live and to others i am actually cool. i do not show my emotions, maybe to 2 of my clos friends but thats it. The rest see me as a fun outgoing person when in reality i am sad inside and cannot find the perfect love. I did find the girl of my dreams 4 years ago. She left me and after that i don't think i will find another one like her. The girl im with is nothing compared to her although i treat her like a queen and do everything right while she prefers her friends over me :(. Well if anyone can relate to this in someway reply and try to help? maybe? idk|
|03 Sep 2009||no i refuse you my name||Slit your wrists as fast and as painfully as you'll break your family's heart. Then, let your blood pool into a dark crypt of self loathing, until one day your mother finds you passed out from blood loss. On that day I was reborn.|
|02 Sep 2009||SourSonia||If You Are Really Depressed And You DOnt Even Know Why, Then You Probably Have A Good life, A Happy Life, But There Is Always Something Missing, And That Thing Can Be Small Or Large, But It Makes A Difference.
That Difference Can Lead To Suicide, Belive Me, Ive Tried A Lot Of Things That All Led Me To Hospital In Fail.
If i Had To Choose Another Method Of Death It Would Be Locking Myself In A Garage With One End Of A Hosepipe In The Garage And The Other End In The Exaust Of A Car With The Engine Running. That Is Only Me though, Im 13 And Living My Life As If Its Already Over, Im Dead Inside But That Doesent Mean I Have To Be Dead Physicly Yet, Ive Still Got Stuff To Do In My Life Like Loose My Virginity To The One I Love Or Travel Around The World. Yeah I Will Enjoy It But There Is Still The Missing Peice of My Life, And That For Me Is My Dad, Since He Had Married Again Which Was When i Was 5, Ive Never Seen Him Again. I need A Father Figure In My Life, Not A Shitty Old Boyfriend That Makes Me Feel Like Shit Every Single Day, or A Mother That Mentally Tortures Me, Or A Sister That Got Back With A Person That Had Tried To Rape Me And Dident Get Sent Down For It Or The Little Annoying Brother Who Every Day Tells You To Die Whilst Holding A Knife Up To Your Throat.
Some Times It May Feel Like There Is No Way Out Of This Misrible Fucking Life, But If You Think To YourSelf That You Are Strong Then HopeFully You Can OverCome All That.
I Admit I Do Have It Pretty Easy Compared To Some People, And I Feel Bad For Those Who have Got it Worse, I Really Do, But Just Dont Give Up Hope On Yourself, Yur Better Than That, And I Figured That Out MySelf, No Anti-Depressants Or That Shit, Just A Lot Of Thinking, I Mean Who Are You Really Trying To Impress!
Just Take What I Have Said And Think, Dont Give Up yet, as Much As You Feel You need To, Just Live Your Life First, Then If You Enjoy It, You Wont Have To Come To Death, It Will Find you By Itsself, When You Are Truly ready, and Only Fate Can Decide that.
Just Be Happy~ No Matter What!
|06 Aug 2009||Paul||I used to think of killing myself when I was 12, 13, 14, 15...
and on and on and on
I'm 50 now.
Was a cop for 25 years, and helped and saved countless lives and turned others around
had four children
they are all good people...
yet here I sit
still thinking of killing myself
38 years later
because I am sad and don't know how to handle the sadness
but, sure glad I did not when I was 12
would not have made a difference in the world if I had died in 1970
or shortly thereafter...
older but not quite wiser?
|04 Aug 2009||Kamilleon||Well, I'm 13. theres a hook in my garage, and we have rope. this is probably the easiest next to shooting yourself, because te most painful part, when you jump off the table and break your neck, it just makes you want to die even more. but the other night, I dreampt of doing this. the garage was decorated like a fortune-tellers hut, and there was a tall lady there next to me. i remember floating, right above where the hook was. the lady helped me through it, like she had done it before. but of course, thats impossible. when I jumped off, the room got darker and darker, and all i could see was the feint glimmer of the candles. then, i started to feel pain. not a physical pain, but a mental pain. It was like regret, longing, sorrow, and fear all at once on maximum power. i imagine that to create that dream, my bodys emotion hormones went on overdrive, because the emotional pain hurt even worse that when my appendix burst. and after i died, i could still feel the emotoinal pain. I felt as if my body, my concience, and my aura BECAME the pain. it grew deeper, and deeper. until it hurt so much, i screamed. in real life. and i woke up. at first, i didnt remember the dream at all. i knew i screamed, but i didnt think about it when i woke up. later that day, i was online. something reminded me of that dream, and soon i was on the floor crying. please, dont commit suicide. my theory is that the last thing you do with your energy, you will be for the rest of existence. and the only time when dieing would feel good is if your a happy person and you were having a good time and died. or of you are a sick person, and you were resting. but a depressed person commiting suicide to end the pain, it doesnt end, you become it.|
|03 Aug 2009||Shana||That deep dark place where no light enters... its a transitional space. It feels infernal, eternal.. but like all things, it passes. Everything is in passing. Nothing is ever constant. Nothing. Some things last longer than others. Is that a depressing thought? It can be, but it can also be hopefull. Sometimes, you need to LET your world come crashing down around you, and in that silence, when the dust is settling, the noise is over but is still reverberating on in the inside of you. If you sit in that darkness, and let yourself feel the emotions of your world crashing, you will live to see the dust settle, and what is before you is an entire NEW world that you had NO idea about. Eventhough you had no hope for something better.. write about your pain, write through the pain.. sing, paint, dance, play, and live through the pain. The creations from the pain are beautiful.. and you will look back with sadness that you felt so terrible, but you will be happy to have grown to see it.|
|10 Jul 2009||TWiGGiNS|