|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?
|06 Mar 2010||on the edge||im 19 years old. ive been fighting insomnia for 18 months now and i no longer know what is right or wrong. the other night i beat up a guy for pushing me, i shouldn't have done it and i still have the blood stains on my shirt but when i hit him i could feel the anger leaving me giving temporary relief to the madness. is violence really the way to relieve the self loathing i feel? if so then i cant live like that. sooner or later i wiil take it out on someone close to me and if that happens then i will sever the last human contact i have. the girl i love is in a relationship with an abusive partner but she refuses to leave him for me. am i really worse than him? can i not give her the love she deserves and have a true connection with another human being?
why i am so alone? i never used to be, but i no longer remember what it is to be happy or in love or to be loved.
why did this happen to me?
|06 Mar 2010||V need to kow truth||Well to make a point i am under massive depression and sleep loss.My Sub Conscious mind forces me to kill myself every night i try to sleep.Eventually we all r going to die one day so why to worry.The earth is dying.I dont know how many people know but but earth is going to come to an end soon.I have a thesis. Does anyone know the story about Pandors's Box.She opened the box in her curiosity and released the troubles in this world.Before that all the people were happy and used to live with peace and oneness with nature.
Now that the balance of nature is terribly upset one has to take on the blame.If there was a god who existed and created this world would he see his own world get destroyed like this.It does not make sense.So firstly 1)God does not exist.
2)Humans brought sufferings onto themselves.
3)No doubt Hope was also released from the box , is was never meant to be applied to all.
Well i say the faster v all die the better for our earth.I mean v r killing the damn earth, killing other species that lived here in peace before us.
Dont you not think that there too have a right to live on this earth.
So which god would allow this to happen.
These so called god r a result of our own selfish thoughts.Just a way to answer things that we could not answer ourselves.
The time is gone when we all can be happy again.Things have rooted themselves and we cannot change that.
Even when right and wrong are relative terms how can we be happy on this earth.
|05 Mar 2010||Ardnaid||I was 11 the first time I tryed. I slit my wrist after my uncle raped me the last time. My foster sister came in the bathroom but I was already half dead. I woke up in the hospital they told me I was pregnant. they sent me away and I had the baby. I gave her up to adoption and came home to no home again. Just somone elses house. I was birninto foster care I never had anybody and cause I was too young I had to give my only happieness up. I stayed at other peoples houses for three years teased in school and home. I ranaway to my moms house and all my family did was argue and fight, my mom did drugs in front of me and I heard her have sex with all types of crackheads and drunks. I started cutting to have physical pain to make my emmotions better. It didnt work. I went back to dhs and I was 14. I took 33 oills of all sorts then told my new foster sister. Her mom didn't care and I sat in the hallways four dats wide awake with cold chills and sweats. She took me to the doctors and I told them then said I just wanted attention so they wouldn't send me away. I dropped out of school and ran away with this guy who said he'd always love me. He beat me every chance he got then I turned 15 and got pregnant and he slept with my best friend. When I caught him he choked me until I past out. I woke up in the hospital and my baby was dead. Istart smoking weed and went back to dhs. this girl I have been with for three years sitting next to me. I pretended for two years that I was crazy. We broke up alot and I could never let her go. She broke up with me for the last time three days ago and every since I couldn't stop thinking about it or crying. on April.24 I'm going to a train station to kill myself with the sharpest knife i can find.Thats our 3rd anneversary.|
|03 Mar 2010||broken.||i wonder if he calls her the s word. how can someone tell you that they will never forget how much you love them. how can they tell you how you are a prize to them. how can they tell you that they just want you and no one else not ever. how can they tell you it's always just going to be you for them. how can they ask you how you want your first time to be. how can they tell you that they will wait for however long it takes until your ready. how can they do all these things and then just leave you. after all that how can they say its just not meant to be. how can they get mad because you called too much because your care too much. how can they do that??? how??? i just can't do this anymore. knowing he's probabaly talking to someone else now. waiting for someone else's calls. emailing someone else. talking to someone else. phoning someone else. thinking about someone else. dreaming about someone else. it just hurts too much. i remember when the first time he called me his girlfried...how excited and happy i felt in my heart. all that. everything. gone. because i called too much. because the school people were stupid. if it really isn't meant to be, then why does it still hurt??? why after all these months do i still cry myself to sleep??? why do i think of him every second of every day? why? if it wasn't meant to be...wouldn't this be easy? wouldn't it be easy to just forget him. why do i still feel empty? why do i still feel alone? WHY????????? i am so sick of everything. i'm always hoping i'll get hit by something...bus, car. something that will just make the aching end. why do i miss him so much? why do i call him still? why did i fall so helplessly in love with this man??? why? its just too hard. it's just too fucking hard.|
|03 Mar 2010||broken.||i called. someone answered. i panicked and hung up. i think it was him. sounded like he was good. sounded like he was expecting a call. maybe a new girlfriend? probably. he sounded okay. so that is good. i am glad he is okay. i guess maybe this new person makes him good like that. unlike what i did to him. oh it's been 3 months since i've heard that voice. i can still hear it in my ears. that one 'hello' will give the strength to get through a few more weeks. he's probably mad now. he probably knows it was me. i won't do it again. i'm glad your happy with your new person. i'm glad you've destressed of all the stress i caused you. maybe you'll forget me altogether now. and i'll become a nobody all over again. just a sad girl that no one see's. invisible. alone in life, alone in death.|
|01 Mar 2010||Max||I have no idea how the best way to kill myself is under 13. I'm 19 and still trying to figure it out. I got taken out of school right before my exams so I'm basically screwed when it comes to getting a job. We also moved to a country which doesn't speak English. Left behind my friends, my girlfriends and even half of my family. I literally have no access to pills or a gun. Just a knife and a high balcony. Each one looks tempting and scary a second after. Like a chick staring down a cupcake but remembering she's on a diet. I've decided to jump off my building on the 27th of March. A day before my birthday. It's the deadline for me trying to get a job or else I move again and work with my dad who I despise. I'll try and find over alternatives, if all fails though. Geronimo!|
|01 Mar 2010||broken.||it's funny how life can feel so short when your happy and then so long when that happiness goes away. i feel so trapped. so suffocated. so lonely. everything hurts, and i just want it to stop. atleast i tried? didn't that mean anything? i guess not. as soon as they mention the m word, i'm going to have to make a choice. none of the options i have are good ones. if your waiting for love to save you, don't bother. there is no knight in shining armour, there is no light at the end of the tunnel. it was stupid of me to think that someone would save me. would love me. would care for me. it was stupid of me to fall this hard and this deep for someone. i am not loveable. i am no prize. just a stress. i am stressed out with myself even. what's the point in getting out of bed? nothing matters. i feel dirty and broken. if your special to someone, consider yourself lucky....not everyone get's to be special. i feel like rotten garbage. the headaches won't go away. the emptiness is becoming unbearable. i have no where to go. no one who will listen. i don't know what to do anymore. i don't know how to save myself. i am so tired. so much for fighting for love and freedom.|
|27 Feb 2010||Lost Wanderer||i have no one and could care less. im alone and can no longer see. I want out but the misery is shooting through me. My life used to be good back when I had him, school, and everything. but now my life is a total drage that i know longer care to live. theres pain everyday with darkness inside. I try to live but I want to really DIE!! I put up a fake front so no one knows my true feelings and its then that I feel some dignity. When im around people my life is so alive but then I am left alone again and just to be waiting to die. there is no reason I should write this but feeling my insides being why. I need help but Ive got some already but I still feel like scrap and wanting to cut. I haven't cut in almost 3 months but everyday I think about making just one more. soon I will start but soon couldnt be soon enough. i hate this guy for everything he told me was a LIE and now I hope that he will DIE!! If I could die right here and right now I would take this person with me so he can feel the pain that I do. I dont like feeling this way but its all that I have for everything and everyone has left me in this world of despair where I am to fight to live or die on my own.|
|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!!!!!!!!!!|