|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?
|27 Dec 2013||dEaDiekins.||Would you like Dead-ED to tell you the tale of why so many long for death? I bet you would. But instead, I want to tell you about my Killing Chickens. You see I raise chickens. And every so often one gets sick or I get empty space in my freezer which needs to be filled. This is when Dead-ed gets out the hatchet and gets to chopping neck bones. Cover the chickens head with a rag so it will calm down, stretch the neck on a tree stump, and give it a good chop. You may be thinking I enjoy this, but you would be wrong. It is quite disturbing, but you get used to it. The chickens nerves kick in and starts flapping around for a bit and the headless neck spurts blood everywhere. Next comes the feather plucking. I dont have a boiling pot so I just yank them all out by hand. Next you cut it open and carefully work around what I like to call the poop chute. Now you reach inside and pull out all of the guts. Its pretty slippery inside with all the blood so you must get a good grip. Now i clean it real good and rinse it off. Wrap it in paper and throw it in the freezer and say bawk-bawk. Why am I telling you this tale? Because nobody bred you to be slaughtered and eaten. As bad as your life may be you are more than just a tasty piece of meat, fattened up for slaughter. And also of course, when you are down and you kill a few chickens you seem to gain a different perspective on life. So I urge you all, Go out and buy some chickens. You know you like chicken meat. And next time Uncle dEaDie will tell you all about rabbits. Till then...|
|23 Jul 2013||DefectiveDaughter||Pulled Apart
the night falls without a sound, lost are we. the salvation for which you pray flares once, then dies, crushed by madness. all hope must surely perish.
your heart desires no more. how could you abandon me? shadows surround us, crying, we are fallen.
|23 Apr 2013||dont do it||crawl out of your mums womb and quickly wrap the chord around your neck.|
|07 Mar 2013||Deadicus Edifus.||The sweetness of still lingering nothing.
The cold dark, O how I long for thee.
To embrace the sleep of nonexistence.
For A moment of peace from the disgust writhing as maggots in my core.
O what delight it brings, knowing this shall be mine.
|17 Feb 2013||god||um well not necessarily sure what the hell you have invited me to watch, but as a responsible adult i will be standing watch with a swiss army knife and a cell phone. i plan on practicing longevity and vital significance. -god|
|13 Jan 2013||Some lonely Star||Go for a VERY long walk, and at the end, when you decide to get something to eat, introduce yourself to the librarian as Mouchette.|
|08 Dec 2012||Dead-ED||life is a paradoxical dichotomy wrapped in an enigma.|
|13 Aug 2012||Dead-Ed||I do enjoy reading the pages of people offering their help. it reminds me that doing good or at least trying to is something that still goes on in the world. it makes me want to at least try to be a decent person to those who really need a boot sole imprint on their face.|
|06 Jul 2012||matthew||I dont know that there is a best way to kill yourself at any age. It seems that the sooner you die, the sooner you have to just start over. Now, if one could simply slip into total non-existence... that would be liberating. Other than that it's either, continue re-incarnating on into eternity, or find some way to escape the binds of 3d existence.|
|21 Apr 2012||that guy.||a suicide kit should include the following:
a box with writing on it that says "your last meal."
broken glass shards should fill the box.
a card that says "your name here, welcome to the rest of your life. enjoy your last meal."
now chew your food well for easy digestion and wait to die.
|24 Jan 2012||DearlyBeloved||I wanted to say the only reason I am still amongst the living today is this site. Or more specifically two very specials demons of mine... Billythefreak and Enzyme are the ones I seek out when I think about chewing on a powercord or running in the highway. Many thanks! You each earned a virtual cookie and pixy stix (you get one too mouchette!)|
|19 Jan 2012||Claudia||persuade your parents to release your for adoption. then you get a new name and kill your older self|
|13 Jan 2012||Poet||Devil
A Devil stopped by today
And promising relief
Offered to buy my soul
Na, not today I said
Still got another bottle of booze
And some lovely pills
But perhaps when they run out
Or when I get bored
Well make a deal
|22 Dec 2011||Lotus||Mouchette I love your website so very much. When I come here depressed and ready to die, all these posts never fail to cheer me up. Tell me, what does that say about me? That a suicide kit keeps me from suicide.|
|26 Oct 2011||E||I'D RATHER SULK IN MY MISERY THAN BE IN OBLIVION FOREVER!|
|20 Oct 2011||zane||could it be possible that those that were for suicide and those that were against found this site while both thinking of committing suicide? kind of ironic.|
|28 Feb 2011||roya||participate in Mouchette|
|11 Feb 2011||Maybe to stop crying you could boil some water and make ginger tea. It will mix with your tears and cure your mucus festered throat.|
|17 Jan 2011||Billy the freak||Death on the Wind
People kill things everyday
From love to idle time
And somethings die anyway
From life to idle time
It couldn't really hurt to die
No more than it hurts to live
The people left always cry
When there is nothing left to give
Death is just the final sleep
From dust to dirt we go
In little piles, that dirt we sweep
And the wind outsid e still blows
The wind kills time itself
It eats away this earth
Everything once known as wealth
The wind will turn to dirt
To know death is to know the wind
That whispers through the trees
For death is just another friend
Blowing on the breeze
billy the freak
|08 Jan 2011||Noname||Slit your wrists and laugh|