|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 Feb 2010||Ktm||Well i found this website after searching the best ways to commit suicide for atlest the 15th time ive been battling depression for well over 5 years and im only a teenager. I have tried suicide many times within these 5 years and each time my best friend is there to stop me. Ive been to cousiling for cutting and i havent been back because i hate it. I know i need help but i just dont feel like i deserve it.|
|24 Feb 2010||Scared||I also tried to kill myself when I was well, 14, 16, and 18. Now I'm 31 and I'm thinking of it again. But I suffer from chronic pain now, that's the difference. To all of you that say how stupid it is, you have no idea of how much pain we're going through. After reading pages and pages and pages here, I came to realize how many of us are out there. I think I have the means, and I remember when I was in the hospital post-op how painless it was, it was just like falling asleep. Now I'm only scared to do it, and I think it is the supervivor's instinct, not anything else. I think I have the means, and I might do it. I can't wait too much though because I take these pills legitimately. So every day is one mo re day alive, suffering, in pain, physical pain, and it just freaking sucks, but I'l=m scared of going through with it. Maybe tomorrow I won't be scared anymore. Who knows. Maybe.|
|24 Feb 2010||hana||My name is Hana. I'm 14 years old and I want to die. I've been suffering from severe clinical depression since I was 11 years old, but never told anyone. I pretended I was happy, and my mom was shocked when I resorted to drugs at age 12. I was addicted for 1 whole year, but when I finally stopped, I realised no one really cared. I tried to kill myself on November 14th, 2008, because all my friends had deserted me, my family always fought, and my boyfriend left me. The weeks before, I cried up to 8 hours a day with tears constantly streaming down my face. Everyone at school saw, everyone at home saw, but no one cared. That friday morning was a holiday. I woke up, and wondered, 'why am I still alive'? I locked myself in the bathroom with a large kitchen knife, and cut myself deeply for the next 20 minutes. I eventually lost consciousness due to blood-loss. Next thing I knew, my 2 sisters were screaming there hearts out at the sight of me. I sat up, was covered in blood, so was the bathroom, and I screamed. I screamed because they were screaming, but then I started crying. I starting crying because of what I had done. One of my sisters was panicking, worrying about me and trying to make the bleeding stop, but the other was yelling at me. Calling me a bitch for what I did. I was rushed to the hospital, but had been rejected by 3 before was actually given medical attention. I had 17 stitches in my arm for my gaping wounds.
It has been about 15 months since the incident. The aftermath effect on me and my family was even worse than I could ever imagine. For the past year I have been mentally damaged by the things my family says to me, severly neglected emotionally and physically, and still suicidal. My family pretends that I died that day, never feeding me, never talking to me, making sure I'm always in my room where no one needs to see me. I have sever anemia now because of a terrible diet consisting of junk food that I ravage from the kitchen late at night, and have many other health problems. At school, no one knows the things I face at home and I don't tell anyone. I cry every night before I sleep and I wish more than anything that they loved me again, but at the same time I fantasize about sneaking on them in their beds and killing them, because of what they did to me. I have terrible paranoia about everywhere I go and everyone I meet. I have little to no friends, and the ones I have know everything, but don't know what to do. I feel like I'm going to die of starvation or dehydration after a month or so, but it's what I've wanted for so long. I hate my life, and think about dying every day. I don't know how to love people, all I can feel is burning hatred, even toward those who care and want to help. No one can be trusted. We all have different reasons for wanting to commit suicide, and this is mine. I won't do it, but it's something that will never leave my mind. Have hope for the future guys. I have very little, but when I'm 18, I'm going to get married and have children, and I'm going to give them everything I never had. I will show them the love and care that many of us are denied It's my dream, what I'm living for. The world is big, and there's lots of things that you don't want to miss. I hope I can change some minds. Peaceout guys, you're not alone in this struggle for happiness.
|23 Feb 2010||Mel||Best way to kill yourself, I wouldn't know. I'm trying to find that out, but being drunk helps.
Alcohol, and lots of it. Idk I'm contemplating doing the whole wrist thing, but thats not getting me anywhere. Just random scars that sting for an hour - I'm obviously not doing it right.
|17 Feb 2010||bubblegum||I don't know but I want to die and am a gutless, spineless piece of trash for not actually going through with it just like evryone else here, if everyone wanted to die, they wouldn't be here typing now, they'd be dead and im one of them. I truley hate being alive in this monstrosity of a planet.|
|16 Feb 2010||Joanne||why does he call me fat and hit me when i have given everything?why does he feel the need to beat me and call me names then laugh when im lying on the floor crying.He calls me worthless,pathetic,ugly,not worth his time but yet he says if i leave him he will kill me.I just want all this pain to end i just wanna die.I have already tried twice and he rang an ambulance and saved me just to give me shit again.|
|14 Feb 2010||XxEmOxX||Okay, I was going to read all these posts, but there's too many. So I'ma just say what I'm thinking here. Y'all are saying that life is so awesome and there's always a birght side. I don't care about what will happen if my life goes on. Really, there's no point. The only reason I'm not dead yet is because every time I had a chance, my dumbass tried to commit suicide with my best friend right in front of me. I think that it felt better that way. Knowing that atleast one person would know what really happened. I've put a shotgun to my head. I've put a butcher knife to my throat and shoved. But my best friend bitch-slapped me and took them away. I mean, I'm your typical emo. Black hair, scarred wrists, black clothing, continous dark thoughts, always listening to screamo. And on top of that I'm anorexic. But, apparently, everyone alse thinks I'm so damn special. I can't take it. I was going out with someone. And I dumped him. He's suicidal as fuck now and it's all my fault. I can't believe I did that to him. This is one of my websites: http://xxemoxx.wikispaces.com/
I want to die. By the way, I'm 12 years old. I'm one of the sluttiest, "dont touch me or your gettin your ass kicked, bitch", most suicidal 12 year olds you'll ever hear of, but still. Please look at my website though. Also, a ton of preppy freaks always ask me why I cut, why I'm like this, why I don't get help, why I'm not on pills. I cut because I've had my heart broken to many damn times. I'm like this because I can't take this shit anymore. I can't get help because apparently my parents don't think I'm fucking depressed enough. And if I did take pills, I would OD 'till I die. I'd talk to one of my friends, but I can't trust people. Not that much. I'm not looking for sympathy either. And for all you pussies that are saying suicide is a way out for cowards, I bet you don't have the fucking guts to do it yourself. If you want to argue, come and say it to my face. A broken jaw never killed anyone, I don't think.
|11 Feb 2010||princess||I would not like to see someone under 13 kill themselves. However, IF thye ar eunder Extremely trying circumstances as I am, and feel despite help, they cannot survive depressed and crying anymore. If they feel their problems are so much greater then their coping skills, then feel like me. And I want to die. I found this website by searching for non frightinig ways to commit suicide|
|25 Jan 2010||suiside boy who gives a fuck||fuck this shit i hate this whole fucking world my life sucks my stubid ass dad doesnt give a shit and dumb ass fucked people like u teying to make money make it worse ill see u in hell bitch|
|24 Jan 2010||james||im so pissed off today. i can barely fucking control myself. i hate my fucking stepmother and my father. im 22 and im a fucking bum . i dont have a job or even a fucking drivers license. i dont blame them for me not having a job but theres no excuse why they cant help me get a license. they helped my brother get one, then they bought him a new vehicle,and they are paying his fucking insurance. i have a few friends but they treat me like a piece of shit cuz they know i dont have anyone else. i want to kill myself so fucking bad but im scared.im a fucking coward.i hate god. i hate everything and im pretty fucking close to hating everyone.goddamnit. im screaming for help and no one can fucking hear me.|
|19 Jan 2010||i dont know anymore||Its shit being alone, no friends, the only time you socialise is with your family and whilst in college, trying desperatly to latch on to someone who could pick you up and give you a life.. a life away from lonleyness.. only to find that they have they're own life, they're own friends.. not needing you, noone needing you.. im just so lonley. the insides of this house... its just so familior.. i cant deal with this.. but i dont want to hurt my family.. i dont want to ruin they're lifes just because mine is such a fuck up.. when im alone and feel insecure in public.. i just want to stare at the wall, become invisable.. have all my feelings dissapear so that i dont have to be so... alone.|
|15 Jan 2010||Genesis||AM GANESIS AND AM 18 YEARS OLD ..I HAVE A LITTLE BOY WHO IS ONE YR OLD.RIGHT NOW I AM 2 WEEKS AND 4DAYS PREGNANT AND I DONT KNOW WAT TO DO..I DONT WANA KILL HIM BUT I DO WANA KILL MY SELF..AND I DONT KNOW IF THE BEST WAY IS JUST TO TAKE AS MANY TYLELNOL PILLS AS I CAN!!DO YOU THIN K I HAVE ANOTHER OPTION BESIDES MURDERING MY BABY AND KILLING MY SELF PLEASE HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!|
|11 Jan 2010||AshWil2010||Jesus please, i know the world cant be this bad. Whats wrong, jesus? Why was i born? WHats my purpose? Can i live Lord, can i live one day without feeling depressed,I need u more than ever. Im at my breaking point.|
|08 Jan 2010||Jess||i know adults think this is the way teens think these days and they know nothing but before long im turning 13 but i dont want to turn 13. for 4 years i have had suicidal thoughts. every week isee a council and they say its just my thought pattern, i have been in hospital lots of times and i think the best thing i done was,.. i had 4 tubs of paracitimol or hawevz its spelt.. i stopped eating and drinkin for 4 days and within tha i was in hospital fightin for my life. im just trying to say even though im still 12 i think i know what i want out of life. its mine not yours|
|08 Jan 2010||Lm||Oh God, mouchette... I can't take THIS. Who am I? Who the hell am I? I don't want to be this. I can't take it. It's my birthday tomorrow. I don't think I've ever been more miserable. I just realised I can't live anymore. I really can't. I can't be who am I. I don't know who to be. No one can help. No one wants to help.
Please... what can I do? For as long as I can remember, I've just tried to hold on. For what? Why am I still here? Why did I hold on? There is nothing. Look at me! I'm a freak, an idiot. Socially incapable.
I can't live. I can't be me.
|08 Jan 2010||Lost||I dont understand myself. I am 18, I am in advanced placement classes at my high school with a 3.7 GPA. I think that I am considered good looking and I was the one that initiated the break up with my girlfriend a month ago that was very attractive. I have a stable home life with parents that care, and yet I feel hopeless. I have thought about suicide, but I can't imagine myself actually going through with it. Instead I go through the days questioning my unhappiness.|
|19 Dec 2009||Emanuelle||hi
warning: THIS CAN SOUND AS PUBEraL SELF-PITY
i'll share just some more pain with u, sorry.. but i just want this off my chest.
I feel alone. And not alone without people but, feeling alone around other people, being alone in the midst of alot of fun people. Like people form this 'families' but i'm only welcome to watch, not to be a part of it.
I cannot connect with myself or other people, i feel isolated. Ì know it's weak but I think I will never grow in this; enjoying myself with other people, having a 'family' on my own. I just long for a bunch of friends with whom I feel at ease, safe. With who I can dance my feet off, act silly, amuse myself, .. knowing that I belong, that people care and love, and share.
I was at a party tonight and there were alot of people I used to know, some of them I used to be friends with. I never felt so unimportant. they really became a family with each other, and i was just so uninteresting for them. This really hurt bacause in the past I introduced some of them to each other. This, for me, is the ultimate proof for me that i'm worthless. They were all having so much fun with each other and i just couldnt, i was just standung there, boring fat)ass
I really don't mean a thing for anybody in this world. I was born in the coolest town on earth with alot of interesting stuff going, i had so many chances and still .. i can't be 'Someone'. I turned into this 'background-girl'
I just Suck, imm a real loser, nobody loves me and yet, i know alot of people: that says enough!
It's not that that i'm ugly and therefore rehected before people really knew about me, it's purely my inner: i cannot seemm to make fun, act easy.
I feel so left out: my family, my 'friends', they all got their own life, enjoying theirselves, appreciating each other, making the best, being able to make fun.
I hate myself for not being abble tyo make fun.
Sorry for this bullshit,
i just don't want to spend my life alone, i better end it now
|09 Dec 2009||wolfyrocker||I don't know. All I know is that my friend wants to die and she will some time this week or next. She asked me to get as many pain killers as I could, specifically paracetamol and aspirin because they're deadly in overdose. And I don't know what to do. Because she is deadly serious.
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|08 Dec 2009||WonderLiz||I Think The whole wide world is so sad. Everybody is seems so sad and sick and discontent with everything in their lives, it just makes me sadder.
I feel like a failure, and I dont want my parents to have to deal with me anymore, because, hell, I wouldnt want to raise me either. I wish I was the only one to feel this way, it just makes me so very sick inside my heart to see that truly, what I feel right now is Normal.
|05 Dec 2009||deseased||I heard that sitting in a car with the exhaust hooked up through the window works, i might try it. I had a dream that i was with my dad, in a convertable in the middle of nowhere, he looked at me for a second and then we were flying off of a cliff, i was so sure it was real and that i was going to die, i was so happy, it was the best feeling in my life, then i woke up. I finally felt freed, but i had to wake up. I cried for hours, i was 13 when i had this dream, im 15 now and i still cant bring myself to hurt my mom like that, whenever she has a problem, she cries on my shoulder. She went through a suocidal period when i was younger, shes bipolar, and i think i am too, i cant live in this pain, but by killing myself i mightaswell be killing my mom too, and my sister needs my mom. whenever im alone i sit with a knife to my throaght or a gun to my head, it would be easy for me to do it, i dont fear pain or death, but it would be so selfish to my family.|