|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?
|16 Jun 2017||Fucking god damn||what the fuck is wrong with you freaks shut the fuck up about Dank Memes for one second of your life and think about this jesus christ|
|22 Apr 2017||Chris||Put an eel into your ass and let it eat your stomach|
|01 Apr 2017||Nicole christina persaud||taking a razor blade and slit your troat or your plam.|
|29 Mar 2017||Paschal||Im 20, i want to die without anyone i love feeling bad for me. I was born a christian on a farm. I helped to kill animals for food and worked the land. Now im an atheist in college. If good and evil was a thing id say i was better as i got older. The only thing keeping me from stealing whatever i felt like or killing whatever i felt like was fear of god. I rarely had short dreams and often unescepable nihtmares that filled me with fear and adrenaline and now i have some nostalgia for those nightmares because now i see nothing. Once i grew up i knew what was "bad" and what was "good". I have a conscience, but i would still like to know how it feels like to kill someone whose name i dont know. I am an egocentric selfish manipulator in denial that is so good at his jig that everyone thinks im a good samaritan, and i feel like a total sht yet i dont know how or want to get through life without telling twisted truths and lies. I find life boring and monotone, i find people repeating their mistakes, rituals and words and acting as if they were born yesterday. I think too much, i dont know how to turn my brain off unless i sleep. I crave sleep not because i dont have to do anything but because i dont have to open my eyes or hear or smell or feel or think, and its the best feeling in the world. That short 1 frame of blackness. I can go on and on, all of these unsolvable concepts going on in my head with no one to answer them, and probably without an answer. I dont have time for that right now, i wish i did i want to tell you everything. I spent most of my life thinking less of myself for to feel better about myself, thinking more of myself to actually be better is as selfish, but im practicing it these days to balance it out. I want to die because i dont want to live, as simple as that. I have a good life, but it will never be good enough for me, and we will never be good enough for this world, i want the world to change, i want people to change, or i want for me to change, in one way or another. I think i wrote this long enough for my rage and sadness to forget itself, or whatever it is, the primitive side, spiritual side, intelectual side, karma, chi, energy, there are many ways of explaining it, many things to believe, many choices, maybe im wrong, because im not well informed, im not really smart just think fast. But one thing is sure, when im dead itll be something else
and not thins boring smelly piece of life. Doesnt mean itll be better i guess. So gonna live with my debts and college while i can, because why not, if i dont care im gonna care so little that i wont even kill myself, gonna leave it to the fates, whats the chance that im gonna get tortured, haha. Well thank you suicide kit you were a learing experience. And all you out there, many people you dont know love you, even if you cant know for sure. Because we feel ya, we all do, its an unfair life.Peace out.
|22 Dec 2016||Christopher Finn||Sneak onboard a rocket going to the International Space Station and then open a hatch somewhere in space and float yourself.|
|29 Jan 2016||Christie Teehan||have christie as a friend and then die of boredom after beating him 69-0 on fifa.|
|23 Jan 2015||christin||sell your soul|
|25 May 2012||the grim reaper||get a gun and shove it down your pitiless throat, then shoot. if you do not dies, your a little cretin who is most probably the reincarnation of jesus christ.|
|01 Mar 2012||ORLA||GIVING YOUR LIFE TO CHRIST|
|23 Feb 2012||Chris||you guys need to think about the choices you are considering because suicide is a fucked up thing, not only for your self but for everyone around you. Even if you think they do not care there are a LOT more people who will care and listen.|
|20 Sep 2011||Chris||Personally, I think the best way to kill yourself would be to plan, plan and plan again, before making a half arsed attempt, failing and becoming more of a burden to your family, friends and society. First consider some of the main outcomes that are available when attempting suicide. Obviously death is the desired outcome that we all crave, yet it is more difficult to achieve than first thought. A failed attempt (with the cries of those still too afraid to attempt, ringing fail, fail, fail in your ears), may result in a longer, more humiliating existence, than the first life you are trying to extinguish. So remember, failure to plan is planning to fail!|
|07 Sep 2011||Your Reason To Live!||Jesus-Fucking-Christ people! Suicide is never worth it! It is the most pointless waste of a life. Channel your depression into art, or gaming or any other hobby you excell at. Write down your emotions, and let any hatred directed at you become your source of determination! When you are successfull, take your revenge by showing those who hated you the list, and tel them that you kicked their ass!|
|12 May 2011||brianne christiana jensen||IM SUICIDAL please...if you can help me email me at firstname.lastname@example.org and quickly im getting close to killing myself|
|14 Feb 2011||christ with erection||there is only best way , if u dont have crazy guns ,
to jump from any larger mountain or hill to death.
secondly u might go to any isolated RUSSIAN PLACE in harsh winter say - 30 *c ,and just sleep on a frozen river withou too much warm cloths, yu may drink your favorouite whiskey or any drug yu may take and then
!!!!!!! REST IN PEACE!!!!!!
but yu require a passprt and apply for any tourist visa r study visa i
it will be awesome i will definately do this in next winter.
Dont take medicine overdose die like a warrior ,
And please dont think ever about hell or afterlife, it is just nonsense, hell or heaven not exists its all fake myths.
Only earth moon sun exists and u will either born or die on earth.
Those who dont like my views please do not suicide ever, because u cant it require more heart to kill oneself then to live life cowardly like u !!!
U all are bastards except people who want to suicide because they know what they should do, and what is right for them , and they are most lovable people on this earth.
|02 Feb 2011||chris||all of ya are stupid puss** if u wanna kill ur yourself stop reading this get a fuk** knife point it at ur heart.and shove it..ok go do it right know please we dont want you here on this world anyways...my email is email@example.com...if it dident succed message me..|
|09 Dec 2010||chris||every family and every person has there own mind, for all i know it can go great or it can be bad, but no one has asked for life it comes and goes. It is lucky to live for a short time and know that when it has gone you had something. that is better then nothing at all. i feel like ending my life family friends you can say i was born without a soul you probs right but that is me so what anyone says dont listen just follow your heart and if it feels right im sure you can take the right path|
|11 Nov 2010||THE GHOST OF CHRISTMAS PAST||MY SISTER COMMITED SUICIDE WHEN SHE WAS 23, I SUFFER FROM DEEEP DEPRESSION. THE ONLY COMFORT I GET FROM LIFE IS KNOWING THAT ONE DAY THAT ILL BE DEAD. NOTHING'S FOREVER.
NOTE: THE MYTH IS ALIVE. SATANS SENT ME PROOF IN THE FORM OF A GHOST OF A WITCH WHO LAUGHED IN MY EAR THIS WAS THE ULTIMATE EVIDENCE I NEEDED TO CONFIRM MY SUSPISION, I DONT KNOW WHY I HAVE BEEN CHOSEN TO HAVE THESE THINGS HAPPEN TO ME MY LIFE HAS BEEN STRANGE. THIS IS HELL.
|11 Oct 2010||Enzyme||My dear, lilting, eviscerated, death-rabbits
Too long have we been apart. Yes, it is indeed I, Enzyme. Back with hands of fire. Back to stir the cauldron of woe.
Mouchette! My lovable lil antichrist! Let me kiss your pale, evil feet.
Today we shall cross the river styx and look at that pernicious vortex: Loneliness.
It is a cry many of you adorable death-rabbits espouse. I know. I know what its like. You sit on the bus, a gargantuan, plastic maggot carting you to and from work. Or maybe in your car. Or maybe on foot. The transitions of life are the most wretched for the lonely peon. Its the going to and from. When life grinds you down to the knuckle. Thats when loneliness cracks your skull and pours her syphilitic powder into your cerebral cortex. You think Wasted time. Who could ever want me? Im too complex to love or understand. Look at these worn faces. Theyre avoiding my gaze. I could spit up blood in front of them, speak in tongues, summon Achilles and they wouldnt bat an eye. Nothing changes. Nothing ever, fucking, changes.
Perhaps once you werent lonely. You cast your spirit back there. To that basement in Brooklyn. That skinned wheat-field. That wide, acrid beach. Existence seemed endless then. Full of rare, ratified adventures. And now?
I know, little mice. I know. But what IS this thing called loneliness? We use it freely to describe our maudlin state but what does it truly imply? To be lonely means you dont like being alone. But thats not true, is it? Like all good creatures of darkness, Im sure we all love our lairs, no matter how pathetic and venial. Ahhh the late hours of the night, up in my tower, playing David Bowie, watching Twin Peaks, reading 19th century French literature. Im at peace. In my smoking jacket. Eating smores. You all love your solo time, am I right? Thats why God created Mozart and masturbation. Great combo, by the way.
So if being lonely is not really about hating to be alone, what, pray tell, is it about? Perhaps it is a need to be WITH another human being? To talk and converse, to suck on their genitals, to hold them and cry. Yes? Maybe THATs what we want? More people.
But lets be honest, my little zombie tap-dancers you dont really LIKE most people, do you? I mean, most humans are rather boorish, dull, witless, and uptight. I mean, if MOST of the population was teleported into your cage and demanded to be your constant companion you would cringe in horror. You??? In my lair? Messing with my collection of Zap comix? Get thee gone!
Alright, so maybe being lonely is about wanting to be with the RIGHT person. The right person who would that be? Well unkempt hair and yes, a love of film noir. Weird teeth and a rye, pithy sense of humor adventurous simultaneously hi-brow and low-brow a fascination with evil but a tender, romantic creature at heart with a love of Cole Porter, punk rock, and good white wine. My god its me! Yes, you probably crave yourself, as an attractive member of whatever sex you wanna put it to.
But wait! You already have yourself not as another person, true but you do have what you want. As you. And maybe if you squint your eyes in the mirror, youre not really all THAT hideous.
So WHY do we crave another human being to love who is basically ourselves but more attractive?
The answer, little death-rabbits, is obvious.
We want to fully appreciate who we are we want to fuck ourselves, and adore ourselves, and vindicate our misery, and lovingly molest that beautiful, perfect, innocent creature we are somewhere deep in the recesses of our being and say: I love you, for the fucked up, adorable miscreant you are. I hate the monsters who did you wrong. I forgive you for your suffering. Im on your side. Youre not alone.
So loneliness is really the desire to truly love ourselves. And forgive ourselves. And really . You dont need to go through the awkward hell of internet dating to do that.
Free severed angel hands for everyone!
Enzyme of the petrified forest.
|05 Jul 2010||chris||Im 17 im in high school. im becoming a senior. The day people figured out I was gay in high school (Junior year btw), they all ridiculed me right on the spot. Juniors, Seniors, teachers, even parents. One day after football pratice, i was walking home and a group of guys ran behind me and bashed me over the head with a glass bottle, and they all kicked and punched me while i was down on the ground. Then they took me into a back alley way and took there turns pinning me down and rapeing me. When they were all finished they spoke amongst each other saying ' so how do you wana kill the fag?', one by one saying it over and over " lets stick a knife into this failed abortion". One of them pulled out a knife and plunged it into me, he whispered into my ear "die fag". I passed out and they ran away. I crawled my way into the street praying that some one would find me. Twenty minutes passed and finaly a car drove by and the stranger helped me to the hospital. Where i went into surgery..... My mom and step dad picked me up and took me home. And there i stayed. *The thing i want u to walk away with from this story today is, if u read this story plz dont judge me, if u do then u must have made up in ur mind that u know me now and u can tell who i am without listening to me, but of course u can tell me who i am and i cant, because obviously u know me better than i know myself. Plz dont judge.*|
|04 Jun 2010||Christopher||It makes me quite sad to read this (I found this page by accident. I know how some of you feel. Ok Im lucky enough to say I've never been abused and i will never be able to understand the kind of pain that must cause but I know what it's like to look on the mirror and completely despise what is looking back and feel like erasing myself off the face of the planet. I spent 3 years desperately depressed and ended up in hospital more times than I care to remember. I took overdoses of sleeping pills, painkillers and a huge amount of alcohol. I've cut myself so bad that i've lost some movement in my rift hand. There is no way to properly describe fully the pain that I felt. Right now I'm trapped in a loveless relationship with a man that openly cheats on me constantly. I can't find work so I can't get out. At least work was an escape for me. My family has disowned me because a while back when he started cheating I forgave him and refused to leave him. I spend every day being told I'm worthless and a waste of space. But I know that if I kill myself I will only prove the world right so I vow to somehow pull myself out of this rut and make something of myself. I know what it's like to not be able to sink any lower and be gripped by complete desperation but no matter how desperate you are everyone is unique and special. I know you probably don't feel it but I promise that each and every one of you has a valuable place in life. It may take time to see it but I swear it's true. There is nothing so cruel as false hope so I whole hearted swear that every person on earth is amazing and beautiful in their own way. I love you all and I hope one day you can see the strength in the mirror and love yourself for having the strength to overcome your pain.|