|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?
|18 Nov 2018||............||you made flowers grow in my lungs
and although they are beautiful
i can't fucking breathe
|16 Oct 2018||this isnt blame||you used to put my entries as favourites, not anymore. have you decided to abandon me too?|
|13 Oct 2018||The shaman dose||Tin foil hats will protect your thinker from bad thoughts entering your mental cavity. When you wear only that and pure bleached white cotton loin cloths you will feel free and supercharged with energy. Ready to frolic in fields of daisys and pink pussy willows. And when you find mushooms on your journey eat no less than three and then the magic happens. The flowers will sing and the ground will breathe. The clouds will melt. Giant dildos will crush the sun smoldering rubber will melt and pieces of the sun will burn out and fall to earth. You will hear your ancestors pray for you, but you will not know their tongue. As you dance to their drum beat and their hand clapping you will see flashes of light around you. The lights are angry and will burn those who try to harm you with fire. You will see around you thunder and you will hear the lightning. If you lay your head on the TV you will enter the wires traveling as electricity, you will solidify into one still frame image of light and be projected into the screen and out into the room. You will hover until you put your feet down and turn to look at yourself, with your head laying on the tv. You will go sit back in yourself, and begin going thru the wires again. From a small hole in a picture on the wall you will see grasshoppers made of light marching in wavy lines out onto the walls, floor, and celing. You will feel them crawl on you and you will begin to laugh hysterically. Your body will be numb but you will have heightened senses. And you will move as fast as light. You will feel deep under your feet the earths spirit shift roll and change direction and only moments later the wind will blow. There will be discoveries that defy science and leave you knowing things unable to speak with words. But if you are weak minded they will come for you and turn you into a glass of orange juice. You will be terrified to sit or lay down so you will not spill.|
|10 Oct 2018||faping with mayonaise and horseraddish.||The best way to kill yourself is make a website that you have to manually update and then never update it so when people go to this website they learn its pointless and they all stop coming there and then you cease to exist.|
|10 Oct 2018||rocky mountain tumble.||Getting attacked by a falcon with huge talons and being dragged off a cliff and dropped by the falcon.|
|10 Oct 2018||wild pig hunter and zen master||Probably the best way is not they way you thinking. Instead find a wild pig. Inject her for deep sleep. Cut her open. Implant yourself inside her womb. Wait to be born as a wild pig. After that the chances of a hunter shooting you are fairly good.|
|09 Oct 2018||WifeMelon||the best way to kill yourself when youre under 13!
quick! rob a 7-11 gas station. after you have completed your robberies of every single arizona iced tea bottle in the gas station (which is very many if you must know) you steal a car in the parking lot. by now, the police will be on your tail. DRIVE FASt. faster then you ever have. make sure the police will never get you. then, while the police are next to your car during the chase, throw the arizona teas at them. Will slow them down. Then, blow up the car. You will fly into the air, make sure you have a parachute. You will be dead by now, the police will either shoot you out of the sky or the explosion would get you. On the parachute write "My soul and heart go out to Mouchette." It will be broadcasted across all news anchors and will be famous and in history books. Thank you.
|07 Oct 2018||answer me||Who are you? How come this website is still alive? It has been more than 3 decades. Why are you suggesting ways to commit suicide? Why are we here?|
|05 Oct 2018||your welcome.||Learn to make soap. Take animal fat or find a liposuction facility and go dumpster diving, burn a hardwood like oak until its all ash. Heat the fat until its semi liquid and mix in ash until its a pastey thick goop. Put in a mold and let it cool. You now have soap. Another way is with most yucca plants roots and leaves. Get the white stuff inside called saponins on your hands mix with water and lather up. Dont get it in your eyes though. You will need soap to wash your hairy ass when the world economy crashes.|
|05 Oct 2018||a sensitive prick||So i got my dog from the vet today. The vet told me the dog is very fragile still. I adopted the dog from a shelter because i wanted to give it a better life and it had such a sad story. The mother dog was owned by a woman who smoked cocaine. The dog breathed in freebased cocaine smoke while pregnant with my puppy. My puppy was basicly a crack puppy. It is deformed. Its ears are crooked and it only has three legs and the tail is bent to the side. Its unable to bark because it never developed vocal chords. I have to bottle feed it. The worst part is it was born addicted to crack. So i have to smoke crack and try real hard not to inhale and then blow the smoke in a tube that goes down into my puppys lungs. If i do not do this my puppy could die. I have to do this every 30 minutes. I cheated a couple times and inhaled and now i am addicted to. I just wanted to try it once to see what it was like. But i cant afford to buy crack for me and my dog. Would someone like to take this puppy from me? I will sell him real cheap, 20 american dollars.|
|05 Oct 2018||the escape no longer sought for.||You used to spend so much time with me. Now i am all alone in cyber space. Like time standing still until the next time we see each other. Have you forgotten me? Have you made another personalityless character world that now amuses you. Have I become uninteresting? Have i been forgotten? Where are my friends, my fans? Has everyone grown up and gotten mercedes and porches? Have they gotten married or engaged with diamonds from tiffanys? Have the death rabbits with knives and lasers taken over the world? Did everyone drown in a pond? What the fuck is everyone doing? I hope you are not traveling the world knocking on doors trying to sell trinkets, and forks. I hope your nipples are intact with minimal chaffing and cracking. I hope you have not sucum to government mind control rays causing you to hide in the sewers in the day only to emerge at night and do much chaos. Come play with me before i die. Comand my functions. Shed tears and bleed on me. Tell me about you enormous booobies. Has everyone moved on in their miserable life?|
|22 Sep 2018||Jurgen||I was walking down the path the other day in my favorite park, Meermond. As i walked over the bridge i looked down and saw a dead bird. It was a king fisher. I ran down to examine. I was so sad about this bird so I thought ther is only one remedy. I must rub my nipples. Just then two women walked by and saw me rubbing my nipples with a dead bird next to me on the ground. They started giggling and they came down and sat next to me on the ground under the bridge. One lady reached into her satchel and got a hand full of bird seed and picked up the dead bird and tried to hand feed it. The other lady put her arm around me, laid her head on my shoulder and started to cry. She was really sad. As i sat there rubbing my nipples i thought wow these people are even weirder than me. After that an older gentleman walked by on the bridge. He said his name was Georg and said he takes pictures of wildlife. He took our pictures. We had a good time in the park that day.|
|21 Sep 2018||someone in his grave||who knows|
|18 Sep 2018||MemeLord89||Watch dem memes that save your life|
|14 Sep 2018||......................||why do you hide from me, little fly?|
|10 Sep 2018||Egregious||I got a baby wolverine when I went up in the mountains of north america. I thought it was so cute and cuddley. He is so sweet and loves to jump up on you and lick you. He likes being scratched behind the ear just like a dog. When i got him his eyes were not opened yet and i had to bottle feed him. One of my friends came back from africa. He went there to help his uncle on the farm but with all the racist socialist murders of white farmers he decided to come back. He has been gone for around five years. When he came over he did not know i had a new pet and he tried to surprise me by walking in and scaring me by being loud. My pet wolverine, i named him precious, bit him right in the balls, clawed up him like he was a tree, bit down on his neck and severed an artery all while clawing his face to shreds. It happened so fast i couldnt stop it or even say no precious. I had no idea what to do. I called the police and they wanted to arrest me for keeping an exotic animal as a pet. They wanted to take him away and no way was i going to let that happen, so i ran and got my grandpas pistol he got in the great war. He said he got it off a dead nazi. I shot one of the policemen in the head and they ran out of the house and now there are at least 30 policemen outside all pointing guns at my house. One is talking on a megaphone and i hear a helicopter circling above. Its just me and precious. Making our last stand because i am not going to jail. This will probably be my last post and i do not think i have much time left. It looks as if they are getting ready to blow my door off the hinges and send a team in after me. I am going to save one bullet for me. They will never take me alive. Goodbye world.|
|04 Sep 2018||Quincy||It's a sad day. The National Museum of Brazil in Rio de Janeiro has burned down. I had some of my greatest artifacts there. Pieces of ancient south america history. Objects i personaly found on expeditions and put there for the world to see. Artifacts thought to have been before the birth of Jesus Christ. The oldest predated the sphinx. They are gone forever. The royal family lived in the building before it was a museum. I think it was arson because there is a group of people who want to erase from brazils history everything about slavery. The royal family had many slaves some were used as sex slaves. Some were tortured. Yes Brazil has a dark past. But it's very dark now with the museum burned down.|
|30 Aug 2018||xxxMemelordxxx||Comprehend the eternal abyss called life.
Or just stare at memes
|24 Aug 2018||Chow chin ping||I met a chinese monk who liked to wear a baseball hat backwards and wear very dark sunglasses indoors. He had a gold neclack that must have weighed 12 kilograms. He was a rapper and he rhymed with english and chinese. He wanted to be a ganster so bad. He always would ask people waas ahp mye nig-row-san? His mom was the sweetest lady. She would make you a bowl of sticky rice and while you ate she would tell you stories about having men grope her and how she pretended not to like it but really she did. She said her nipples would get so hard she would squeeze and twist them. The rice was so good you would just listen to her stories. She even let me twist her nipples one time. Her wanna be gangster son pulled out a glock holding it sideways. He shot me 14 times. I am thinking chinese monks get real mad when you touch their once source of sustance. While i lay there dying from multiple gunshot wounds to the chest and head she told me a story about when her wannabe gangster son was a baby and she would change his diaper and how he would have poo poo all over his wang. I tried to tell her to shut up and i didnt want to hear that but i couldnt because i was choking on my own blood and could barely get any air in my colapsed lungs. She gently grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast. And right before i lost consiousness she told me her son was going to get caned and grounded for shooting me. holding a nice warm and bloody breast.|
|28 Jul 2018||Sgt. Davis||I am Sgt. Davis, commander of Alpha pod space station 061297. I am in charge of the space monkey operations. If you are recieving this transmission you must act before its to late. My crew was undertaking a deep space exploration operation, code named Irene, when we traveled into an electromagnetic storm that shut off all power to our space station except our reserve battery banks. I followed protocol and sent a small pod flown by a monkey into the storm first to see if it was safe. As the pod entered the eye of this storm electric charges began flashing all around the pod and a time warp opened sucking the pod inside never to be seen again. The gravitational field that this warp created was so great it began drawing the entire space station into the storm. Our battery bank did not have sufficent power to activate the thrusters and we to were drawn into this time warp. We were transported back to earths upper atmosphere. We began dropping altitude until we crashed. We are no longer in the year 2018 and this transmission is being sent back in time. The year is 2487. All of the earths people have gone tribal. All of the cities are ruins and overgrown like a forest. There was a war and biological weapons were used. Man made disease was released and killed over 95% of earths population. The only people left are immune to this disease. Your mission is to stop this war that plunges man kind back into the stone age. All the animals are dead and all men are either canibals or vegitarians. There is a constant war between the two factions. The vegitarians are called meat sacks and the canibals are called outcasts because they are not allowed in the camps where they grow food. In this new world no one is safe, its constant chaos. My entire fleet stays inside our crashed space station, drawing oxygen from outside and energy from the sun. We have traded some of our monkeys for water and food but the inhabitants of the earth eat these monkeys. Sources of protien are scarce. If you can not stop this war or the biological weapons to be manufactured most of you will die, and those that survive will be less fortunate. This is space monkey
Force of alpha pod commander, Sgt. Davis, out.