|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 May 2005||john doe||I wont encourage or discourage any of you-since only you know your lives best. In my life I know I'd leave a very big hole-many people (family/friends) count on me. The trouble is, I have found very little happiness (and a lot of suffering), though I've tried. I wont take up too much space here, but I will say for those who are serious about suicide, research and find a fail-safe method, what you guys described sounds very dangerous. You dont want to end up paralysed or disfigured by trying something that doesnt work. Till you find something that works, love yourself and your body-there's no need to live in agony, while you're looking for a way to die. One method is to breathe compressed helium gas for 5 minutes (read up on it). Its painless and displaces oxygen, so you dont panic when you die. There are drugs that you can overdose on, but I dont know which would be most effective yet. Its not wrong to want to die at any age, but be certain that its a wise decision for you then follow through (or else you'll continue to suffer in misery). I know for instance that I can make the world better, even in a small way, so it would be a loss to humanity to lose good people like me-so its one of the reasons I wont kill myself yet. I plan to try to make changes while I'm around (when I'm in a position to). Otherwise I feel some of my best years have been wasted already (I'm in my 30s now). I've thought about suicide almost every day since I first realized my life really sucks (guess around 12 or so), the misery got 10x worse through university because I took a very difficult program (got pushed into it by my dad-yes I really hate both my parents with a passion). There are suicide clinics in europe and euthanasia groups with smart people on the net. So lots of info out there-check it out. Anyways, hope you all are able to find your peace, in whatever way you choose to find it.|
|12 May 2005||Ayesha||Hi I am Ayesha, originally I am pakistani but my parents were in the UK so now i am here and in my first year of university. since my early childhood, I have considered several countless times to commit suiside but every time I tried commiting I thought about people who really love me though there are only few but when some one really loves you, you can not think of hurting them in anyway so it always stopped me from killing my self. things have never been good for me. as I am the eldest daughter no brother ,I have all these worries of taking responsibilities, I am a full time student but I have two jobs on the top, I work my ass off and have not a single day off when I come home before 9pm , I feel fed up of everything, I do not want all this financial and cultural stress, sometimes I wish I was never born. and some times I feel like I am a strong person and these are minor things because people go through alot more than i would have in my life time. But then everyday it's a same story. same people who pretend to be friends and that they care but they do not, and it really hurts specially when you yourself is a genuine down to earth person, on top of everything when your own boy friend does not trust you and you end up in fight every other day. this all sometimes gets to much for me its not physical but emotionally . So I still several times tried to commit suiside but then I realised its not worth it just see we get this gift of life once only once then why throw it away, why not fight back ... fight back everything. things which happened to me while I was a child as I can not see from one of my eyes (lazy eye) and I used to feel very inferior about it also when I was 3 I broke my leg because some guy pushed me off the slide, I was in the hospital for a whole year and I still have that metal which sticks the fracture together in my leg I cant run it hurts later on and I dont swim cause I feel anxious about my scars from stitches. but then now when I read this web site I realised there is so much more happens in your life which leaves you shattered into pieces like glass, which cant be put together but still they dont loose their shine so instead of thinking about committing suiside , why not Fight Back , work hard because you lot are only 13 and one of you could be a doctor , an artist, an engineer lawyer or much more so be some one and make a difference when you are matured, to the lives of those kids who will be of same age you are today so be independent , do not be some body Be what you are who you are!!!! help those who are in a worse condition than you are, Pray to God , Pray for your peace of mind do voluntary work , help people who are very old just get busy see other peoples pain and forget yours in theirs cause there is much more we have not gone through.....which others have I have so much to say but I have my final exams now so I need to revise you all take care and remember that everyone of you is beautiful inside and precious to me....|
|08 May 2005||Iris Geldo||One of my constant preoccupations is to understand how other people can exist, how there can be souls that aren't mine, consciousnesses that have nothing to do with my own, which, because it's a consciousness, seems to me like the only one.
i accept that the man standing before me, who speaks with words like mine and gesticulates as i do or could do, is in some sense my fellow creature. But so are the figures from the illustrations that fill my imagination, the characters i meet in novels, and the dramatic personae that move on stage through the actors who represent them.
No one, i suppose, genuinely admits the real existence of another person. We may concede that the other person is alive and that she thinks and feels as we do, but there will always be an unnamed element of difference, a materialized inequality. There are figures from the past and living images from books that are more real to us than the incarnate indifferences that talk to us over video-rental counters, or happen to glance at us in the nightclubs, or brush against us in the dead happenstance of the streets. Most people are no more for us than scenery, generally the invisible scenery of a street we know by heart.
i feel more kinship and intimacy with certain characters described in books and certain images i've seen in prints than i feel with many so-called real people, who are of that metaphysical insignificance known as flesh and blood. And "flesh and blood" in fact describes them rather well: they're like chunks of meat displayed in the window of a butchershop, dead things bleeding as if they were alive, shanks and cutlets of distorted Destiny.
i'm not ashamed of feeling this way, as i've discovered that's how everyone feels. What seems to lie behind people's mutual contempt and indifference, such that they can kill each other like assassins who don't really feel they're killing, or like soldiers who don't think about what they're doing, is that no one pays heed to the apparently abtruse fact that other people are also living souls.
On certain days, in certain moments, brought to me by i don't know what breeze and opened to me by the opening of i don't know what door, i suddenly feel that the corner grocer is a thinking entity, that his assistant, who at this moment is bent over a sack of potatoes next to the entrance, is truly a soul capable of suffering.
When i was told yesterday that the employee of the tobacco shop had committed suicide, it seemed like a lie. Poor man, he also existed! We had forgotten this, all of us, all who knew him in the same way as all those who never met him. Tomorrow we'll forget him even better. But he evidently had a soul, for he killed himself. Passion? Anxiety? No doubt....But for me, as for all humanity, there's only the memory of a dumb smile and a shabby sports coat hung unevenly from the shoulders. That's all that remains to me of this man who felt so much that he killed himself for feeling, since what else does one kill oneself for? Once, when i was buying cigarettes from him, it occurred to me that he would go bald early. As it turns out, he didn't have enough time to go bald. That's one of the memories i have of him. What other one can i have, if even this one is not of him but of one of my thoughts?
i suddenly see his corpse, the coffin where they placed him, the so alien grave where they must have lowered him, and it dawns on me that the cashier of the tobacco shop, with crooked coat and all, was in a certain way the whole of humanity.
It was only a flash. What's clear to me now, today, as the human being i am, is that he died. That's all.
No, others don't exist....It's for me that this heavy-winged sunset lingers, its colors hard and lazy. It's for me that the great river is shimmering below the sunset, even if i can't see it flow. It's for me that this square was built overlooking the river, whose waters are now rising. Was the cashier of the tobacco shop buried today in the common grave? Then the sun isn't setting for him today.
But because i think this, against my will, it has also stopped setting for me.
|07 May 2005||kyra||i am so fuked up . im not tring 2 get atenshon but my lif is shit my mum is a contole freek n my dad n mum hav just split up n my mum wont let me c my bruva. i hav just got xpeled from skule n pepul fink im psyco coz i tried 2 kill sum1 n im not sorry , but i cant make myself b . i dont lov ny1 at all n my m8z just make it worse n sumtimes i wanna kill evry1 n i reely wont 2 luv sum1 but i cant . i h8 so much even im scared . i cut my arms n i fink im turnin in2 a vampire, not wiv teef or nyfin but drinking my own blood i bet u all fink vats sik . i h8 myself i hav tried 2 kiil myself 2wice but it didnt work n i lie all da time i fukin h8 life .
|05 May 2005||guy||Pour le suicide du suicide il faut leur dire cela et de le faire quand il seront adultes: "je prends tous les jours le remède que l'incomparable Dickens prescrit contre le suicide. Cela consiste en un verre de vin, un morceau de pain et du fromage, et une pipe de tabac". Vincent van Gogh.|
|01 May 2005||Cody||Tips on Writing Your Suicide Note
Your suicide note will be the last thing people have to remember you by.
Your relatives, friends, police officers, and others, will read it. In some cases, suicide notes, or parts of them, even get to the media. You might think that suicide notes would be the most carefully crafted documents, however in many cases, they are written carelessly and hastily.
The following tips are provided for people who want to leave a real impression.
Note: if you are not actually committing suicide because you want to die but are just looking to get attention, do not bother reading this. Your note will mean nothing once the doctors are done treating the scratches on your wrists or pumping the 2000mg of Advil out of your stomach. There are better ways of getting attention anyway. I suggest you try one of the many services for people who are only crying for help.
Getting an early start is important. If you can, start a few days before your suicide. Make sure you're in a clear state of mind. You do not want to try to write your note while waiting for the pills you took to kick in, or have to rush through it before you bleed to death. Giving yourself enough time to write your note will help eliminate the most common mistakes.
Don't try to say everything.
There are probably a lot of things you have on your mind, and you need to take some time and sort them out. Decide what is most important to say and leave out things that don't matter. Decide now what you want your readers to come away with after reading your note. Eliminate those things that distract from that point.
Handwrite your note if you can.
A handwritten note is a lot more personal. However, if you are worried your letter will not be understood, or you are physically not able to write it by hand don't worry about it. The important thing is that you get your message across.
Write the way you would speak. A good suicide note is personal, not formal. Don't get out the thesaurus and look for the biggest words you can find. Be yourself.
Filling your note with phrases like "Goodbye cruel world" and "no one understands me" will make your note feel less like your thoughts and more like a form letter. Too many cliché's and it can look like you are just going through the motions or that you are leaving a note because you feel that you should, but without having anything to say. If you want to say something but it sounds too cliché, try to re-word it a little.
In general, use first person.
It creates a sense of intimacy and makes it easier for a reader to see things from your point of view, if you want to use a different viewpoint, be sure that you stick to it throughout your whole note.
Don't use your note like a will.
You might want your best friend to get your stereo but your suicide note is not the place to express that. If you want to leave certain things to certain people you should setup a will ahead of time. Just because you write it down does not make it legal, and it can be easily dismissed by the claim that you were not of sound mind when you wrote it.
Taking the time to set up a will will also help keep you from giving away your stuff in the months/weeks/days before the suicide. That's one of the most obvious indications that you are thinking about killing yourself and will likly get you "saved", or at least make the process more difficult.
Your note will be one of the last things you give the world to judge you by. If you include things that others can disprove, it can discount the entire note. Besides, there is not much reason for lying at this point, is there?
Don't reveal your methods.
This is most important when taking poisons and pills. Telling everyone what you took just makes it easier for them to give you the treatments needed to revive you. Alternately, you do not want someone to find the note that details which bridge you're jumping off of before you get that chance to jump. They might be able to stop you. People will find out how you did it once the autopsy reports come in anyway.
Don't say anything you might regret.
There is always a chance that you will be found and "rescued". Suicide notes are not the place to rip into people, give away other's secrets, or confess crimes. The last thing you want is to end up in a hospital bed, facing the people who read something you would never have told them while alive.
Don't try to persuade the reader.
You do not want to spend your time trying to convince the reader that you are right. In most cases nothing you can say will change they way they feel. Your purpose is to express your point of view. It doesn't matter if the reader shares your point of view or not, only that they understand it.
Proofread your note.
Re-read your note at least twice. It's easy to make a simple mistake that distracts from the overall feel of the note. When reading over your note, there are a lot of things to look for. It's better to read it several times, looking for something different each time then to try to remember it all while reading it over once.
Make sure the point you wanted to get across when you started writing is clear. Don't be afraid to made edits, but be sure to read your note over again when you do.
Make your note easy to find
Take some time to consider where to leave your note. If you can't leave it near you, be sure to leave it in an obvious location. Even if you want someone in particular to read your note first, avoid sending it to someone by mail. There are too many things that could go wrong and once you send it, it's gone. Your note could get lost in the mail, or worse, it could reach someone before you can go though with it.
Check your note for flow.
Your note should progress rather then being a loose connection of thoughts and feelings. People reading your note should see that it is going somewhere. If you're having a hard time, start with a sentence or two that sum up the point of the letter, and then end with a summary of the same topic. Every paragraph in between should support that point.
Make sure it's not too long.
There is a reason it's called a suicide note and not a novel. Try to keep it around two or three pages at the most. Avoid the temptation to mention or leave a little note to everyone you know. Not only does that get dull fast but you're certain to leave someone out.
i hope this helps...
|12 Apr 2005||Ms. Kara||Its been a while since i was thirteen, and dear Mouchette you've been 13 for at least the last 6 or more years. Thank you for continuing to offer this resource for crazy, suicidal, and highly emotional people to tell their sad life stories and go on about how valuable life is. For those of us who have a sense of humor, this sight is delightful. Thanks Mouchette for the many years of enjoyment.|
|09 Apr 2005||For Lucy Cortina From Felicia The Great||To Lucy Cortina in regards to the oldest profession in the world.
No, I am not into that stuff. But last night, I had a horrible dream that I was
a skanky hoe. There was these two fine latino dudes in the kitchen who were waiting for me and I stood them up. Since I couldn't come downstairs, they left me an apology note and said that something came up but will meet me later.
And guess who was the pimp?
Well anyways, you told me that I had to find a way to make money (OR ELSE!) and
that we were running broke.
The dream scarred me the rest of the day because I sang "Dim All The Lights"
by Donna Summer and never stopped.
......oh what a horrible thing.......
Write me soon dear.
|28 Mar 2005||ronwelthy||en effet, je pense que le meilleur moyen d'empêcher les jeune de mettre fin a leur jour, c'est de les laisser s'exprimer sur le sujet, qu'ils dédramatisent ce qu'il ressente et ainsi se libère peu a peu de leur tensions..
Ce site est fait pour que le suicide ne soit pas plus un simple objet de fantasme, d'idéalisation, mais qu'il prenne une forme réel au travers des témoignages et des conseil (rares) qui sont donnée.
Je pense que la parole est au contraire plus importante que tout les tabou sur le sujet ...
|24 Mar 2005||ronwelthy||Anne Duroy pensez vous que ce site incite réellement les gens , les jeunes en particulier a se suicider? Avez vous vu des indications techniques précises concernant la manière de se donner la mort? Avez vous également constaté une apologie du suicide?
Non, rien de tout cela dans ce site, ce site est un lieu d'échange privilégié ou loin des discours moralisant de la société des jeunes ou moins jeunes peuvent exprimer leur avis sur le suicide sans être jugé. D'aileur vous avez vu qu'il y a sur ce site de nombreuse personne qui proposent leur aide, qui n'encourage pas du tout le suicide. Pensez vous que sur un forum faisant l'apologie du suicide de tel message serait accepté? Jugez bien avant d'avoir un avis aussi définitf car ce site peut être le réservoir d'idée morbide, qui font écho au propre souffrance des jeunes, mais il peut également avoir un effet cathartique, les jeunes voyant de tel message comprennent la portée de leur acte.
Pour moi il est claire que fermer ce site serait encore une fois de plus montrer votre position moralisante empreint de valeur d'un autre age, totalement déconnecté de la réalité. Car ce site au contraire d'autre n'est pas dangereux ..Je vous invite donc a comparer les différent sites parlant clairement du suicide et non pas a diaboliser un seul site sous pretexte qu'il aborde clairement ce sujet...
|20 Mar 2005||Ethan||If u r the most fucked up deppressed person in the world with no friends, become a comedian that way u can laugh at yourself|
|17 Mar 2005||Dracula Ceaucescu||Le suicide... je connais... Même si je n'ai jamais passé à l'acte d'un point de vue physique, j'ai passé les 15 dernières années dans une forme de suicide intérieur, et je pense que je peux aider autrui. Ecrivez-moi et nous discuterons.|
|17 Mar 2005||Dracula Ceaucescu||Suicide... Been there before... Even though I never committed suicide physically, the past 15 years I spent committing a form of inner suicide and I think I can help others. You just write me and we'll talk...|
|15 Mar 2005||kornell||life is sucks|
|15 Mar 2005||B||We all know that what keeps us from killing ourselves is HOPE--and hope comes in so many different forms. It's usually JUST enough. Hope, most of the time, is a pipe dream that we aren't supposed to get near. It is there only to keep us alive. So tell me, what happens when that hope, as far-fetched as it always seemed, becomes a reality, and then you JUST fail to reach it?
I made impossible goals for myself. They've kept me alive for 15 years because they were meant to be dreams...JUST ENOUGH, y'know? But whaddya know, I MET THOSE DREAMS! THEY ACTUALLY CAME TRUE!!
Well, I reached the ultimate dream--the ONE, y'know?--this weekend, and I think I failed. I was on such a run! First the ultimate failure who didn't care about her life, then the textbook overachiever who SO achieved!! (Had to earn her right to still be alive!) And I tried! I was so close to having it all! And I failed.
And I don't know what to do now!! Or think! Cuz the one thing that kept me alive for all these years was the chance to get where I just was--so that should be enough, right? Well, it's not-
I NEVER THOUGHT THIS DREAM (OPORTUNITY) WOULD COME TRUE so I never thought about how much damage it would cause when I blew the opportunity. Does this make sense? I'm freaking out.
I'll leave with this--an hour before a childhood friend killed himself, he wrote on paper, "Unity will keep us alive." He's right. I named my cat after that statement and I call her "Nity." Nity does keep us alive. Find it. Search for it. God bless and help us all---and search for Him, too, instead of blaming Him. See what that does for you and get back to me. Cuz if you do that, you'll BE HERE to get back to me. Faith is that powerful. It's crazy, but it's true! And guess what--CB wants to live, but he's dead. He ended it when he was 17--imagine where he'd be if he lived. I do. Same as I thank God I survived all those attempts of mine--they weren't half-ass, they were serious.
Just don't do it, ok? I've been on both sides, and right now I'm in the middle...
|08 Mar 2005||georgia||chew the wrong end of your pen|
|01 Mar 2005||Religious Maggie||Oooh yes Mary may have been a virgin but she certainly didn't have a virgin birth. I am a virgin too you know darlings. This is my gift to God, and one I shall be rewarded for in heaven. Mary was rewarded only once. I shall be rewarded again and again and again and again.
God is very saucy you know darlings. I was making some mashed potato for my dinner last night and he made me spill some of the mash onto my boobs! Yes it was warm and creamy so I decided I would rub it all over them. I made some peas with gravy too so I poured the whole pan of them over my boobs. Ooooh that was delightful, all those peas slippering across my boobs.
I accidentally slipped over onto the floor and then God propelled me across the floor on my boobs. Though if I eat beans I can propel myself across the floor with no hlep my darlings.
|27 Feb 2005||Rage Against the Dying of the Light||I have made the following deal to myself:
If I am ever am about to commit suicide, I am just going to get up and leave my life instead. I will take what ever money I can scrape together, and get on whatever train will bring me farthest away. I will leave a note explaining why I left, and end it with "Don't try and find me. It is better than I live dangerously for awhile than not live at all."
I would travel around everywhere I could, staying in random towns, sleeping outside, and making friends with homeless people. I would live without a plan and see what life offered me. I would sneak on to trains and commit small crimes in order to stay alive without a job, and frequently pass in and out of jail. I would see the desert and paint if I could manage to get the supplies, and see if I could find happiness when completely poor.
And maybe, if after living this way for a few years I still wanted to die, I would then be ready to do it. But, as much as I might want kill myself, I do not think I can judge life to be unworthy of living from the tiny amount of it that I have so far had.
It may be far-fetched, but I figure that I might as well give it a try, if I am about to die anyway.
|22 Feb 2005||Religious Maggie||It's snowing where I live so I've been boob-sledging in the snow. It's great fun. God is away on business so I'm trying to have as much fun as I can without him. He's gone to help the Pope out. Unfortunately he was busy giving me a divine boob-job when that Tsunami disaster happened so didn't make it in time. But it doesn't matter darlings, the Christians's believe that it was "God's will" anyway. Just like they will believe it's his will if the Pope gets better, but if God doesn't make it in time and the Pope dies they will also believe that it's God's will.
You see in the religious world everyone's a winner, especially my poosy, which is why I have devoted my life to God.
|20 Feb 2005||hang gook sa ram||making lines on my paper
with a crimson marker drawing slowly
over time becoming a grid
looking down at it, i am ashamed
i have created only spite...
Cutting, by me