|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?
|08 Dec 2007||Joe Lee||Ok, I am here to help, my girl friend just left me and once again I am suicidal. I enjoy been treated like a boss, but she don't enjoy to be treated like a slave. What can you say? I ain't doing shit lately, have some work I need to do but still wonder of to this crazy site. You people if any who is actually crazy need to get help, and hopefully soon. I wanted to die once, but now I want to live. I want to live until the end of the world and see you punks trying to do the same. I give you maximal of a 100 years... death isn't that what we all afraid of? no body want to die, dying is not cool, if you are dead, then you are history, and history sucks? Just step back and think it through.
Each one of you have some talent that no one else have. But you need to find it, damn kids do pron now days, but if that's what it take for you to live then fuck. You can be doing the dirtiest shit in the world, but as long as you are alive, then there is alwasy tomorrow.
Now to the more serious topic about killing yourself, do it naked in public and in a shocking way, but please don't kill someone you don't know, they might like me wants to live.
Living is good, you breath air and drink water, and eat fast food. fuck I sure am not under 13 so I am rich, biach.
No, I am serious, just find any kind of job you can do. Join the army, the navy, or marine and keep your finger crossed if there is a war. Personally I will like to go to war with China because they will be a worthy opponent. War brings death, it's a win-win situation for you. Either you die or you are a hero.
If you want to be a hooker, then fuck your way out of suicide.
If you want to be a plumber, then plumb your way out of shit holes.
If you want to be a dope dealer, then deal you way out of death.
You can't escape, and there is no where for you to run unless you can outrun time, which is always faster than our monkey ass. So If you want to speed up the ride, fucking do it then.
What's up with you kids all want to be famous or something? I am 92 years old and I seen some wild shit in my days and to this day I still want to die.
People tell me "just wait until time come take you away." I say fuck that shit until my balls don't work you don't take pussy away.
You have your whole shitty life infront of you but what do you care? You just want to die and hope people will remember. But the thing is no one will remember. Do you think people from the future will read this crap and study the artistic beauty of this shit? hell no, at least I hope not.
I want to live in the society where everyone is naked from head to toe. With no shame and no love. let me say to you this people from the future. I will be long dead when you read this, but your day is coming as well. You really have to be God himself in order to escape death.
So how to be a God? There are many ways, and all of them are crazy, un tested, and possibily works. One way is dip yourself in a pool of fresh blood, it does NOT have to be human. If you can find some chickens then just drink its fresh blood.. that is only the first step.
Step 2 is expose yourself in public naked. No one have to see, but just do it to get rid of your fear for public nudity. Do it behind a dumpster.
Step 3. Take a shit behing that same dumpster from step 2
Step 4. Try to express how you feel in front of large group of people,
Step 5. Start to kill little animals from small to big. A rat to an elephant sort of speaking.
Step 6. Do you really want me to go on? I have whole fucking day.
The point is you need to kill fucking rats so making the world a cleaner place. Eat them if you have to. I have been homeless, live onthe street sometime you get so hungry that you could eat a rat. Find some dry wood and start yourself a rat roast. It taste as good as chicken or better.
please don't kill yourself if you havn't eat rat yet. Then you missing out a lot. I have seen people die on the street in the cold, in the heat, in the rain, in the dust, and in the wind. I have seen people fucking on top the statue of libraty and in a submarine.
Life is full of excitments that waiting for you to explore. Just walk out on the street and spit in people's face. That will just be the way how you start your day. Or you can wake up to some coffee laced with rum and vodka and go to work? Whatever your taste, please just wake up another day.
|25 Nov 2007||dead inside.||When I made my first post on November 4th 2006, this site hadn't been updated or used (i'm not sure which) since August 21st 2006. Maybe its just fate because as soon as I posted, the site was updated and I got an email the very next day from a stranger who turned out to be the love of my life. Its been a little over a year now. See, life is full of secrets and surprises. You gotta stick around to discover them.|
|21 Nov 2007||the girl||i enjoy that mouchette has been nearly 13 for some years now|
|20 Nov 2007||dead inside.||I kinda miss The Bitter End. I wonder where he/she is off too. I miss being heckled about my posts. It was something to look forward to. And Kim, your gone too. I miss you too. And the man with no name.. .I hope your finding the answers your looking for. So many lives all intermingled in one sight, and none know what the other looks like. We come here and vent and talk and then move on. Some of us come back to share a story of victory, others come back to say that they are definitly done with life now. Some don't come back at all... some can't find the light... and are buried in confusion only till death frees them, but really it solves nothing. And to some this is all just some big joke. So many different people... from all walks of life. And the only thing we all have in common... is suicide. Something brought us here. And well here we are. Says something about the state of humanity, don't you think?|
|18 Nov 2007||dead inside.||I gave this advice to someone earlier today, I thought I'd share it with everyone....
The world is your canvas, and you are an artist. Paint it with colors. Colors of life. Some dark and gloomy. Others bright and beautiful. And in the end you'll have a story. And it won't just be any story, it'll be your story. A story of triumph, of pain, of suffering, of winning, of losing, of getting up every time you fall down. Wear your scars with pride, internal or external, because when its all said and done they will remind you of everything you've overcome.
Keep fighting kids.
There's always a tomorrow.
|16 Nov 2007||Melissa||Hey. This is my 2nd visit here. Last I was here was 4th September 2005! That night I had written bad things here, I hated my self and was suicidal.
Now its 2007 and I feel much better. I got over the whole suicide thing, because I changed things in my life and I seeked help from a professional.
I see my scars on my wrist, but I just smile because thats the past and im heading for the future.
Don't let depression win, why should it? You're all stronger than 'depression'. Just practice controlling your thoughts. Its works.
|09 Nov 2007||Dexter||Let me tell you a story. It's a story about Danny. Danny and the ancient monk.
Danny was a normal person. He worked hard, had a nice house and two cats. Nothing to worry about. He didn't have a wife or kids. Didn't want them either. But he was searching for something. A reason to live.
One day, he met an old monk. He asked him: "what is the reason to live?"
The monk answered: "The reason to live is like a spoon."
He went home and thought about this. A week later, he still didn't understand and so he asked the monk: "Why is the reason to live like a spoon?"
The old man answered: "There is no spoon."
The day after, he took a spoon with him and showed it to the monk.
The monk said: "Now you understand."
The reason to live is like a spoon. There is none, unless you find one yourself.
|27 Oct 2007||dead inside.||There are things in this world
That I don't understand
Like love, war, gravity
Or the lay of the land
But all of these, remain mysteries
One thing is for sure
You are worth living for.
Sometimes when I let my mind run free
It never fails and it goes right to you...
And a smile takes a hold of me.
I miss you alot. All the time. Hope your okay. Alt3.
|06 Oct 2007||The person with no name||I seem to have forgotten to mention who I am. It doesn't matter. I'm a nobody. 'The person with no name'. It is a title which fits me well. No one knows me. The only way someone would notice, I'm gone, would be because I stopped paying the rent and the files on my desk have not been archived.
to flip side. If a sheep gets lost, would you blame the sheep or the shepherd?
God has made man. If this is true, then he is also (partly) responsible. If you slap me in the face, it would be your doing, and I would blame you. Yet the fact remains, that you'd be of god's creation. If you did it in the name of God, then I'd blame him as well.
The world is in a terrible shape. If he is almighty, why would he leave it like this? A test? Hardships makes us stronger, yet many get broken.
The fact that I'm curious, is not because god made me. It is to find out if he did. There is always a possibility. I am searching for whatever makes me go on. Even if there is nothing, the search keeps me going. Finding something might not take my troubles away, But it would make it easier to live.
To another perspective. I was indeed wrong about her age, but not much. The actual marriage took place and was consumated when she was nine. Yet she was already bethroted to him when she was six. I wonder if someone so young, can take care of someone already around fifty.
The Quran may be gods words. It remains a fact that a human wrote those words down. Even if god is perfect, that human was not. It has been passed on by others. Have they faithfully kept the words? Have they added some of their own? Maybe they forgot some of them?
I have prayed for enlightenment. I have begged for mercy. I have pleaded for Him of whatever was out there to end my misery. The only thing I've experienced was a rainstorm chilling me to the bone.
I don't know why I keep sane. Maybe because there is one certainty. Death will be the end of this journey, whether I find religion or not. Maybe other adventures will follow, but it does not matter. I believe this is why I haven't killed myself yet. One day I will be dead anyway. In the meantime, I might as well try to live.
|03 Oct 2007||So many people say: Jesus died for you and the least you owe him is to live.
I know no Jesus. I've never met him. He was already dead before I was even born. I owe him Nothing.
The Bible writes about love. Seeing how many people god kills, I no longer believe in him being merciful... And God so hated his only son, that he gave him to the world, that the world might have him.
I've been to churches and found cold stone. Colored glas depicting sheep, staring in awe, at the shepherd. Candles burning, hoping to lure unwary travellers inside. Stories about the horrors of hell, which seemed like paradise, compared to real life. The glory of the church, plunging man into its cold and unyielding shadow.
I've walked into a mosque and settled down on the carpet. Heard empty words, about the promissed land, unstained by unbevelievers. The preaching of peace, written down by a man who has fougt hundreds of battles. Talk about the innocence of children, from someone whose wife was five years old.
I've walked into a buddist temple. Peace and serenity dwelled within, while the poor and destitute dwelled outside.
Having seen all of this, I have no reason to believe in any god. If there is one, I'd gladly slay him to rid the world of his evil.
|01 Oct 2007||dead inside.||i think everyone just needs to learn to live. they should have a class called living life 101 at schools now a days, them kids seem to really need that kinda thing. just live thru it. survive. just survive.|
|31 Aug 2007||anonymous||Honestly, I don't think killing yourself is worth it. Everybody is put on this Earth for a reason, I just know it. It's not because of some stupid omnipotent being called God or whatever the freak people want to call Him/Her/Shit-face. It's because the whole universe has something that draws life to it, whether on Earth or on some other planet, and every time someone on Earth kills themself, someone or something on another planet or in another reality or just somewhere else dies as a result. Every being has a counterpart in nature, and when one dies, so does the other one.
Writing, drawing, even speaking, talking to yourself when you're alone late at night, can be your reason, your will to live. There is absolutely no way you can die without pulling someone else down with you. Maybe even two, or three someones. Maybe that someone is a small child, a teenage mother who is trying to pull herself together so her child can survive, a former drug addict who just got out of rehab. And honestly? I believe everyone should strive to find their place in life. Sure, killing yourself might seem like a good idea, but remember this: What if tomorrow, you find your place in life? What if next week, next month, next year even, you discover that your life was worth living after all?
|31 Aug 2007||Champagne||To all the posters - this website is a performnce art website created 12 years ago based on a fictional French character named Mouchette who is abused, raped, neglected and finally kills herself at the end of the book to escape her hard life - she was 13 years old at the time. There was a very famous French film by Robert Bresson out in the 50s or 60s based on the book.|
|24 Aug 2007||blythe||I've been where you're at. Please read this entire entry.
Five years ago, at 3 a.m., I was moments away from taking my life. At that moment I called a friend, his name was Ryan. Over the next few vital minutes, he spoke to me of my worth to him. He helped me through it. (This is the condensed version of the story, as there is a much greater story I have to tell you).
On July 6, 2007, a little over five years from the night I almost took my life, Ryan took his own life. He walked into a wooded area just outside of Washington, D.C., and hung himself. He was 25-years-old.
Ryan was the closest person to me in my entire life. No one, not friends or family knew me like he knew me. No one accepted me as he did. No one let me know how important I was to them like he did. He was my rock and my strength. He was the person I turned to. I've cursed God that he's taken him away from me, but somehow I understand. Somehow I understand that Ryan was only meant to live this life for 25 years. I understand what he did because I too was there.
So, what is the best way to kill yourself when you're under 13? Or, what is the best way to kill yourself? If that's the only way you see out of what ever dark hole you're in, ask yourself who your Ryan is. Ask yourself what your Ryan would think, how he would feel. Is your Ryan your mother? Your dad? Maybe a sibling? A teacher? Maybe, like me, a friend.
Please know that there is someone, if not many people, that wouldn't be able to live their lives they way they do if you're not a part of it.
Every hour I think of him. Everyday I cry. Every hour I ask myself why he would take his life? I ask myself why he didn't turn to me to help him the way he helped me. He is the reason why I am still here, so why I couldn't be his?
You're too young.
He was too young.
Ryan had a lot of mental issues he was struggling with that no one knew about. If we would have known about them (he shut a lot of family/friends out of his life over the past 10 months), then we would have done EVERYTHING in our power to help him. Why? Because we loved him. I loved him. Now, I sit alone writing this to you in hopes that you never do what Ryan has done to me.
Life is a struggle.
It's a bitch.
You're probably sick of people saying, "Think positively," or, "It'll get better."
That's the last thing you want to hear.
Well, the last thing I ever want to hear is that another friend selfishly took their life. Find your Ryan.
|02 Aug 2007||noppers||Is this part of an Art/thesis class/es?|
|30 Jun 2007||Just trying to help||To those that need a lift....
One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
other times there were one set of footprints.
This bothered me because I noticed
that during the low periods of my life,
when I was suffering from
anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.
So I said to the Lord,
You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you,
you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life
there have only been one set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most, you have not been there for me?
The Lord replied,
The times when you have seen only one set of footprints in the sand,
is when I carried you.
|25 Jun 2007||I can't understand why such idiotic answers like "commit suicide is a good way to kill yourself!!" are among Mouchette's favorites.|
|24 Jun 2007||JKate||It's realy odd since you know, if you find so many people giving tips on how to kill yourself, you'd think that it'll make you more depressed or more inclined to attemping suicide. But even though I thought that's what it was going to do to me, instead, I have somehow been empowered by this site. I have never seen so many people, not complaining like you see everywhere else, but leaving comments that are really raw, without any regulations to limit them. It's somehow eased my pain.|
|15 Jun 2007||Justin||In the words of my father:
"No one's better off dead, they're just gone."
|01 Jun 2007||kim1122||Dead inside
do u realize u cared about another person but urself?
Now think about it for a bit n u will soon come to notice that is how many ppl feel about u.
U wanna die, yet, u dont want others to. Is a good thing, hope u the best, think about it n keep it up.