| 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. |
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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? |
| 03 Aug 2006 | N/A | i have read your story and i want to teLL you i bet your not as ugLy as me! I wiLL teLL you why? PeopLE have always judged me by my apperance! and actions! If i go out shopping i have had peopLe Burp in my face, Start there car upon me on purpose, and PeopLe in my family Are ashamed of me and i don't know what to do about it anymore! ( dam i did not know i was so ugly) i have had people laugh at me, i have had people look at me funny, when i have been shopping that is how bad looking i am. I will tell you some thing, when i was a teenager i has someone backstab me and told this boy i fancied him ( when i did not) he laughed and said what that really ugly girl who has nasty hair...!!!!!!!! I have also never had a real friend or relationship with anyone! Also once when i was at a computer once i was typeing to a boy pretending to be someone i was not and they came down the computer room and they wanted to know who this person was then some boy said HA HA HA HA ITS HER! tHEN I said no that person is not me then they beileved me and left!!! so thats how much of a loser i am to other peoople, When i see other people with pretty kids i just want to die! And how i have to be such a loser with no life! i cant understand why i am here alive!! i have been buLLied sort of in a way for being a uglt loser On this planet! I am pointless being here,really! So what can i do?????? nothing so there you go, and i bet i can make everyone feel better with this story! I do go alone with what people tell me becasue i know i am ugly! And if i was pretty i would not be wasteing my time on line in the summer wrtieing this would i?? Also i have had people stir troulbe asking do you like her, and they said NO! i JUST am the biggest freak around! and actions.. i look like a ugly boy when i am A 25 YEAR OLD LADY! i even have been in shops and had females laugh at me and be nasty to me! Also i have had people in othe shops serve me be rude towrads me! so what can i do since i am a full grown adult with ugly features! So whats going to happen to me. I have had people push me in the back anf treatme like shit! But i don't think its bullying i think its because i am a loser!! to everyone around me! i hate going places now i still do but i don't enjoy going placed these days because of all the shit behaviour i get! I once had someone stick there finger up at me in the street passing by me in a lorry! Also people um have just given me dirty looks, i remember once when i went to see some one i was given dirty looks to! the best way to kill yourself would be to STAB your self in the heart! |
| 03 Aug 2006 | CT | Seriously I'm 18 Ithink I might have mouth cancer I chewed for two years havent in 8 months but this isnt the fist time I questioned life I've triend to commit suicide twice but each time realized the importance of life.... I sit here now crying in my bed on my laptop because I dont know what to do but if I can tell you nything it is not to give up! I will live until my time comes! Wait until you experience something like me. Living every day afraid to tell your parents and family feeling as if I want to chop my lip off. I pray every day that its not true (I have friends that claim to have the bumps in their lip too) but dont let it happen. I'm going into college next year 25 credits ahead and have already taken calculus 3. I played varsity hockey at a huge school and couldve played soccer but quit due to a marijuana addiction. Drugs and alcohol are my only way out of this nonsense. What I am trying to explain is that every person in my city (about 60000) want to be just like me. Little do they know my secret. My main point is that no one knows what comes after life and it is not worth it to risk it! i actually think this is a website designed to make people tell their stories which is why I will not give you my email or name but if it is legit... DONT DO IT! I may have cancer yet am too afraid to tell people but im still goin... wait. i forgot to tell you that the week i was ready to tell my parents my dad took us out to dinner... at the end of dinner he proceeded to tell my sister and i that 3 weeks earlier he had been diagnosed with prostate cancer! shit hits ya but push it out of the way and recognize the gift that has been given to you! Have a good night and take this to your heart because i am the only one not talking about a friend... this is my life abd I know exactly what you are talking about |
| 03 Aug 2006 | Burnt, Scalded, Scarred and NOT DEAD | Guyz, i am somebody who doesn't matter in the part of the world where i live, but that doesnt matter. Even i want to die, but what is point? The real question is do ya really wanna die? if so, why can't i ever work up the gutz to do so? Well, it is simple, yes or no for the question 'Do i really wanna die?'... but for the question 'why can't i work up the gutz to do so?', it is slightly more complicated. Everyone thinks about, you may not think so but they DO, why, because they r going through a rough time, and sumtimes they r serious enough (like u all and me) to look for how to die. but the answer is that everybody has a self concious part that takes over when doing sumthing bad to yourself, and to actually commit suicide, you would have to work for weeks (and practice really hard) to boost your will power. once u do that u can join the list of ppl who commited suicide (like the man who jumped onto the rails at Penrith station, Sydney...(btw, i dun live there, i heard it in the news)). If anyone needs someone to talk to...im here.... and tho my name is different, i have posted tonnes of times. And all the ppl that wanna commit r dumb, they say u r selfish, arrogant, but in their on self concience mind, they came here to find out how to die. I shouldn't be telling u this, but believe it or not, im only 14, how i know this? i have suffered for soooo long and have learnt through thousands of the hardest ways and am hoping u dun have to learn the same and the hard way.i worked for years to get my will power and i lit myself on fire, what good did that do, i just ended up in hospital for 2 years with damn aching burns, all for what?? i didnt even die?? just relax and ease the pain by talking on this site. and i dun mind if u thro insults at me but the true appreciation comes from ur heart to mine. PEACE TO YA HEART!! Farewell, ill keep posting and i hope i have helped ease atleast a small amount of ur pain. and i think ill use this same name from now on. PEACE OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
| 02 Aug 2006 | UGLY PEOPLE SHOULD KILL THEM SELFS!! Beauty is in the eye fo the beholder Well this beholder sees no beauty All I see is ugly people Ugly face plain and simple Ugly hair, ugly noses, ugly teeth Ugly people, is even ugly the way they breath Ugly bodies, ugly eyes, ugly stare Ugly people look ugly everywhere Ugly people think ugly Ugly people even smell funny God don't like ugly people why should we Ugly people should find another place to live Ugly people should wear a mask with a pretty face That way the rest of the world would be spare form the Ugly look of their face Ugly people are so vicious Ugly people do things that are so ridiculous Ugly people are so stupid Ugly people will never get struck by the arrows of cupid Ugly people should just die Ugly people are the reason is so scary to be alive Ugliness is somthing you can't hide Ugliness is not physical but how you are on the inside. UGLY PEOPLE PUT PEOPLE OFF THERE FOOD!! DIE DIE DIE DIE!! |
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| 02 Aug 2006 | GOD**<< | onli a crazy bitch would wanna die at the age of thirteen now forteen on the other hand might be ok but onli if your name is jon Carmona the third and then it would be ok to kill yourself because your worthless and no one likes you other then someone very stupid named sara but if your anyone else dont do it you can meake a difference and not be worthless so dont commit suicide because i know everything anf its not the right thing to do and yes thATSmeans im and....GOD**<< |
| 02 Aug 2006 | sas | Precious You have chosen to open my book In my mind you are taking a look You have opened it up costing me to bleed Bleed these words written in my plead These words are written in my blood My blood is black black absorbed from dark hollowness inside me So as you read this momentous book Just remember I put my hart into it Take good care of it please Nothing The salty liquid falls down my cheek Falling down as I follow I have fallen from my peak And now my tears will shed as my eyes leak Leaking till there’s nothing left Till all I am is depressed Everybody went and alone I was left Left alone shrivelling into nothingness The nothingness that leaves a hole in your heart But for me nothing is ripping me apart Tearing and ripping and pulling away As I’m screaming and crying and shouting for help But help is too busy to care for my needy soul So I must wait Wait for nothing My Present I have a present it is for me I have a present I wonder what it could be It could be a toy troll Or it could be a doll It could be paint to put o my face It could be a pretty necklace It could be a game that uses dice It could be some money for something nice I have a present It is for me I wonder what it could be I guess I’ll have to wait and see Dreaming I dream of being fed I dream of a shelter over my head I dream of sleeping in a bed I dream of clothes to wear I dream for someone to care I dream of a nice warm fire light I dream of ending this fight I pray to the sky But my prayers are too weak to fly that high I’m so skinny my ribs stick out of my skin I’m so weak my lip sinks down to my chin I’m so empty I can’t even cry I wish I could just die Reassure I did it to let my feelings out I did it to prove my existence I needed to open a door A door that would let out all the shit I’ve taken in I need to occupy myself I need to take my mind away from my depressing thoughts I need to feel it To feel the pain of my flesh being ripped apart And my insides flowing out of it I need to now I still have insides although I feel empty I did it to let my feeling out I did it to prove my existence is reel So I know I’m not already dead So I know there is still a chance you don’t exist after you die So I know I can end this I am going to die But I do not want you to cry My presents is with you though it’s hard to find Just think in my piece of mind And the mystery will soon unwind Murdered my best friend My heart is suffering Fighting to keep blood pumping through my veins Fighting to keep me alive The only thing that stood with me throughout my whole existence Without it I could not love nor hate It exists only inside me And it’s dying as a result of my actions But still I don’t peep I just sit Watching the blood dribble out of my wrist As my companion desperately pumps it But it just exits through my skin and onto the floor were I lay Fresh blood created and waisted Just like the life I received It was given to me to nurture And I abandoned it I don’t deserve to exist And so I must move on My heart and soul must separate And so we will stay cold and lifeless forevermore Meaningless These words don’t mean anything These words written in black Black like the way I feel But black doesn’t sum it up These words cannot tell you how I feel inside They can’t show you the black flames That burn beneath my skin They cannot make you understand These words mean nothing Bright sun The sun reveals a lot As it hovers over our blackness The blackness that it covers up Leaving only what’s underneath Giving us no choice but to look below As it shines so bright in a attempt to hide itself So ask yourself when the sun rises over the dark Is it revealing or hiding? Clipped wings Have you heard the one “why did the chicken cross the road?” He was sick of being called a chicken Every day he would sit alone While everyone else would smoke and talk on there mobile phone They’d do all stupid and daring things While he was smart and didn’t risk doing a thing his smartness led him to being alone While chicken was called out in a bullied tone So he took a step out of bounds And splattered everywhere he was found The bullies now respect him more But it’s too late His wings were clipped and now his gone I sit up as I drown In the tears of my friend And I pat her on the back My Soul These words are not that of my heart They are the words of my empty soul Scrolling its hovering hand over this thickless piece of paper As he writes As my soul writes these words He sobs He sobs tears of nothingness Tears from an empty being Tears that cannot be known Cannot be seen He writes about the pain he holds Unable to unclench his fist As he deals with the hate as well He writes about his thoughts And how he is unable to work them out with the lack of a brain He writes about the hollowness he feels Not that of being organelles but that of being empty The place inside him that is hollow like the others but not alike This place is reserved not for needs but for wants It is reserved for his true self The place inside him for him to keep The place that is not taken up by organs The place inside him for a soul These are the words of my soulless soul Others Open your eyes and you will see The life beyond you and me Nobody knows what they truly are They could come from near They could come from far They could be living things Or they could be spirits with wings They could be my hallucinations Or just my imaginations Or the cold be more real then you and me Shadows People dieing al the time Leaving only the faintest shadows behind But the light that hovers overs over us all Disguises these shadows So only the people with the widest eyes Can see that this world is not so nice They can see the fear that this world holds And the tears that this world cries You can see these tears if you look out from peers You can’t see how far it goes For nobody truly knows A salty pond is more than enough But a world full is just too much We can help if we actually try To teach this world not to cry Instead of letting yourself worthlessly die All you need to do is open your eyes It doesn’t even mater if you are blind Just open your eyes And you will see The shadows that lay there waiting to be seen Red tears My tears are not like yours They are not see through My tears don’t pore from my eyes It’s because my tears are not cries Just because it’s not crying Doesn’t mean they don’t follow the same lead My tears still represent sadness But they also represent hate My tears are not like yours But I wish they were Foot Steps Footsteps that travel in pair Over here and also there Footsteps scattered everywhere Footsteps implying feet have been there Feet that are fat Feet that are thin Feet that are long Feet that are short They’re all imprinted in our land Uniquely placed in mud and sand Travelling with your every move Racing with you leaving a trail of hooves They’ve followed you through good times and bad They’re your memories Happy and sad They have been beneath you all the way So if you fall they’d catch you any day They are your imprints in the world They will always last They are you memories They are your past Expectations Pressure Depression Tears Razer blade Suicide Love My quest for love is nearly done For I think I have found the one She is really sweat and extremely neat She really makes my heart beat God if I am wrong Make my life short not long. Step by step Last night I cut myself It wasn’t very deep Last night I cut myself I couldn’t get to sleep Today I cut myself I went into a deadly sleep Tomorrow I will cut myself My life is soon complete Mine This is my poem I don’t care what you think I don’t care if you like it I don’t want you to change it It is my poem You can’t tell me how to make it better You can’t tell me that it is wrong You don’t know what I think You don’t know what it is to me This is my poem It contains my mind, my heart, and my memories Not yours It is my poem And that is what it shall remain Full I have a place inside me It has no organs Nor muscles Or bones Though it’s not empty It is full of soul Fence A peace of glass From the mirror that she once stared into A puddle of blood From the heart that once was full Pail blue lips On the face we deceived to be colourful She fenced her face with a smile We never noticed the other side We never looked over the other side or ever cared enough to do so She was our friend The sound of black I hear something It scares me I scream for help But no sound I cry in my own thought I fear what will happen next I hear footsteps moving closer But all I can see is black Bang Now everything is red Drained Red dark evil liquid forced out of my veins and through my skin Then clear sparkly flowed melting from my eyes and trickling down my fair skin As all the good and evil are drained out of me for it is all I am and without it I am no more YOU!! You made it Too complicated You agreed You took the lead You got taught You fought You got torn And now you’re gone Now everything for you a nurse has to do It was all you Advice Express your feelings They all say Let it out Show yourself But I do So they don’t know I let my blood run loose I express my inner feelings I show my inner self I watch myself escape I watch as I run down my arm Strangling I suffer severely I can’t handle the ropes of this world strangling my neck slowly killing me Everyday I wake up and remember my existence Witch I tried so hard to forget the night before Everyday the same Everyday the worst of them all Everyday I try to part the arms of god further To tighten the ropes secured around my neck But I am nothing next to the being of he I am nothing And nothing I can do So I am forced to live on as an invisible being And wait to suffocate Poison Poison can fill my mind, my brain On my lips it can leave a stain It can flow through every vein It is something my heart will maintain But my blissful soul will stay sain Purpose Tears are running down my cheek Slowly trickling towards my hart My heart gradually breaking as the tears get nearer Blood rapidly pumping out of it as it disintegrates into nothingness The blood turning rock hard and ice cold as it flows out of my soulless body and onto the flour For I have no purpose Knocked out and won He stood there Without a care Just an evil stare The bell went dang His fist went bang Into his opponents ribs it sang His opponent then got him in the jaw He let out a huge roar You could tell he wanted more He tried to get him back But that freed his ribs and wack Then all off a sudden the fight was on He started throwing punches that were so random It was like he switched off but at the same time on It was like he turned into a lion without claws Or a bear that stout on all fours It was like pouf and he was a Wolfe Missed I miss your kiss I miss your smile I miss the way you act I miss the way you keep in tact I miss your thick long strands of hair I miss the way you’d always care I miss your fun yet responsible set of mind I miss the way your presence shined I miss the nice warm hugs you gave I miss our cozzie cave But most of all I miss you Ignored His family is a drunken mess His only friend is his dog Tess His left to run the house alone He has to earn money and pay for their home He eats cheep scraps every day He wants to leave but has to stay He sits in bed every night And cuts himself with a knife Not enough to kill himself But enough to take away the pain of everything else Now he had to give his only friend away He sits and prays to find a way But every way he turns is black Now his boss has given him the sack Now he lives on the street And eats thrown away meat He cannot deal with the pain any more His heart is so empty and sore He cries one tear In fear And cuts himself for the very last time Now he lays in the alley way In the dark No one knows or cares They just walk past I like bear It takes away my tear It signifies my fear I like bear Gone Last night I cut myself It didn’t really hurt It takes my mind of my brain And puts it on the pain It won’t stop bleeding though I guess I cut it really low In my blood I see my reflection I watch myself as I go I woke up in the hospital Told every one I fel Last night I cut myself But nobody knows Today I cut myself Now it really shows Going going going gone He new it was coming He was running Running running running away Running away from his memories Drifting drifting drifting thither Drifting thither apart Drifting away from his heart Fading fading fading absent Fading into nothingness Sinking sinking sinking deeper Sinking in his tears Sinking in his fear She shed a tear In fear Of what is yet to come Liquid Horror, fear, and sadness all trickling down my cheek As in the mirror I take a peak My blue eyes gazed upon themselves Then they slowly wondered towards my wrist Were I hold a sharp razer blade in my fist Tree branch With one flick of her wrist She slit her wrist Blood pouring out Pouring into the mist She didn’t even gloat All she did was hope Hope she didn’t have to spent One more minute praying to the pope She could not take the pain That filled her brain Then with her last glance Fixated on a tree branch Her head tilted to the side Her eyes open wide But just before she passed off dead A little grin shed Winter The syringe of the cold winter wind Spring The sniff of the particles in he air Autumn The unique leaves covering the garden Summer The high of being exhausted The seasons The drug of life Judged Hair covering her soft beautiful face Why dues she covers up such beauty? Maybe she doesn’t want you to be deceived by the glow se tries so desperately to hide Maybe she wants you to know the pain She wants you to see the darkness that the glow hides Maybe she hides her outside so you can see in Detention centre I’m sitting in a concrete room It has no door Just a curtained wall The room is also very small I’m sitting in a concrete room I call it my home In my home I sit and wait Wait to leave this home Wait to find a different home A home were I am free to roam I’m sitting in a concrete room Dreaming of a place A place on a nice landscape A colourful place Were on the grass I can sit and laze And watch the sun rise I’m sitting in a concrete room Crying I am crying tears in this concrete room Tears in fear of what is to come I’m sitting in a concrete room Sitting Waiting Dreaming Crying Fizz I lift the can up to my mouth And tilt it upwards Forcing the fizz to slide down my mouth It flows in Drowning my tastebuds in its playful taste I swish it round to spread the flavour Then let it voluntarily slide down my throat I feel it run through my veins I feel excited and odd Like two wrongs that making what feels right Like a sort of abnormal abnormal I look at my hands I don’t see them I see pours Bear pours I am turning into a bear A red bear Crying Oh have a cry From your eye I’m crying too But I’m not crying with you Wile you sit there and cry Just remember I’m the one who may die Because you bombarded me with your bullied thoughts And swelled up my hate Which led me to the razor blade You blocked away my light I’ve fought with you with all my might But now I am too weak to fight Your horrid words punctured my heart Leaving me to bleed Shedding my blood till I am drained For it is the only thing left You took my confidents and happiness away And now you’re taking my heart My most important part Without my heart I do not work It is my engine Now I am gone You rejected my soul Now I am just a shadow in the dark Why? Why did this happen to me? Why am I so empty? Why can’t I make any friends? Why can’t I go to sleep? Why did I run away? Why am I so ugly? Why can’t I change? Why am I holding a razer in my hand? Why did this happen to me? Why did I do this to me? Gift I have received a gift A generous gift A gift to take care of A gift to have fun with A gift to treasure But I don’t want it It is the gift of life A bottle A bottle All bottled up Full of harm waiting to happen Slowly decaying past it’s used by date When broken so sharp and feared A jail for its insides A jail that is locked until someone opens it I lay there Eyes sealed shut My family around me Telling m stories It is my funeral There wrong I cut myself I need to reassure that I am still alive I need to know that blood still runs through me Even though it may not be pure I need to feel my pain to prove to myself I still have feelings I need to show myself I am not a wuss And that I can feel and bleed And I am alive Even though many people think not Forgotten My soul awaits a meaning It waits for a purpose to exist It has no reason to be As it lets itself drown in to forgotten |
| 01 Aug 2006 | jenny | Hi there I'm back. I don't think my other answer got posted but anyway I have some things to say. First of all did you know that your family will be the one cleaning up after you? If you make a mess, they'll be the one cleaning out your brains from the corners, and pulling the drain and then washing the bloody bathtub you left behind. Someone has to do it, and NO, cleaning companies will NOT do it for you. That's all for this part. Now if you want to kill yourself, be considerate. Remember you're hurting your family by doing this, might as well not make them clean up after you. Anyway last time I posted a lot of tips about killing yourself, but apparently it wasn't posted. So yeah. Here is a tip though. Tylenol/Aspirin : Don't overdose on this, or you will get liver damage and die an agonizing death in a few weeks. Which sucks. Some won't mind I guess. It's very hard to save a person from this, as you will most likely need a liver transplant. You have to take very large amounts of this although I'm not sure how much exactly. If you really want to swallow pills, take prescription pills. A large amount. Most will kill you, just try to do some research on the web before. |
| 01 Aug 2006 | Ivan | I have no idea all i know is that i encourage it im not a 100% sure why even i want to do it. its not even that i have a bad life its pretty good actually i use o be very happy but now every day looks much two similar to the last i dont have any goals its not like i dont have people that love me, i have good parents realy good friends and an even better boyfriend,its just that life seems so falible i dont even know why i was givin life,i guess im just bored with every aspect of my life im not sure its worth it to stomach another day.Idont want to kill myself i just dont see what alternative i have other to see whats on the other side |
| 01 Aug 2006 | Privat | Actually, just buy a school tie, head down to the park, get a tree, and something to stand on, tie the tie to the tree and firmly around your nech, kick the stool over and ride free. But make sure that the tie has a bit left so your neck breaks when you kick the stool - painless. I have alot of pain. I have been pushed about, I have been bullied, I have no friends - just a girl and a get endless headaches everday. I have trouble sleeping and I am missing a big gap in my life - my grandad, who i had to see die. :-'( |
| 01 Aug 2006 | walter | man all u people sayen dat this site is bad then why the fuk are u on here go bak 2 ur normal lives us people on here are depressed we read and think SHIT there is someone worse off than me so go back to ur lives and leave us alone we will do wat the fuk we want ok so im nearly done and if a kid is looking on this site they need help and we are herE SO IF U GOT A PROBLEM WITH WAT I SAY ADD ME AND ILL HAPPILY ARGUE WITH U BUT FOR THOSE KIDS WHO WANT SOME ONE TO TALK 2 ADD ME I CAN HELP |
| 31 Jul 2006 | a somebody whos a nobody | im 13 and i have cut myself 16 times becuase some how i think its good for me. they weren't big cuts just little ones except for one. i told my family that they were just cat scratches. ive told so-called-friends that i was going to commit suicide and only one believes me or at least cares about me. she told the counsler at school and i got called down to her office durring first hour. my counsler at school was also my basketball coach for 7th grade (i guess shes going to be the 8th coach next year too, so i get to see more of her, which isnt a bad thing neccessarly) so she knew me pretty well. all the time that i was in her office i just kept thinking how stupid and retarded it was, and how that isnt like me to be in the counslers office. so she asks me questions and more questions. and finally we were done and i went back to class. but than later that day she had a counsler from outside of the school come to talk to me. it sucked. the whole time i was wondering what my mom would say or if she would say anything after i got home from school and she got home from work. that night she didnt say anything about that topic, but in the morning after she dropped my sister off at school she asked if i knew who told my counsler i did but i said that i didnt and she left it at that. a couple days later i was called down to her office again and she asked how talking to the outside counsler was. and really it was stupid because what did she expect me to say that it was great and the best thing the happened to me, it wasnt it was one of the most uncomfortable things because i hate talking to people about my problems i keep them locked inside of me. so she let me go. than a couple more days passed and while i was in gym she came in a talked to my gym teacher and after we were done with the activity my teacher told me to go to the counsling office to see mrs. schippers. this time she asked me what i thought about outside counsling. when she asked me this it made me feel like i was a crazy maniac who wanted to die so bad. i didnt say much (like usuall). it sucks to know that ur mom, sister, friends, and basketball coach know that you want to commit suicide because i think that they think im going to do it at any time, when i know im not because i dont have the guts or a plan on how to do it. and that totally sucks. its been a couple of months since i talked to my coach since its the summer, and once i get back to school i know that shell call me down sooner or later, so ill be waiting for it. i just hope i dont snap some day and actually do it because ive never tried and honestly i dont really want to right now (but i know thats goin to change). so i hope none of u snap either. ~a somebody whos a nobody~ |
| 31 Jul 2006 | Liam | I am permanantly abused, ed by thugs who steal from me and i am mentally being killed. I have been in a mental hospital for a time now and i want to die. i have been relicd 1 month ago and i need to know the quickest, most silent you know. |
| 31 Jul 2006 | mary | y do u need to kill your self |
| 31 Jul 2006 | emm | i feel very sad for all you people that are thinking about killing yourself. at 13 you should not no anything aboutkilling yourself! you have wrote your storys on here that shouts out to me that you need help this is your cry for help.go toyour local doctor get counselling!! i am half way through to becoming A counsellor! its good to talk your problems through and you will be heard and helped!! |
| 30 Jul 2006 | Whatever U want it to be | There is no "Best" way to kill yourself when your under 13 or over 13. People post how much they hate life and want to end it. It's hard to think about what life would be like if you weren't alive, actually its impossible. So if you kill yourself because you want to eliminate the pain, who says your going somewhere better? You could say I have no room to talk in here, and that's fine, but even though Iv'e never put serious thought into killing myself, Iv'e lived with an older brother, whom I look up too a lot, who has. My brothers gotten into more trouble with the law than I can remember. From what I know, he used to slit his wrists and he's overdosed on pain killers. Probably not the worst thing possible, but hey, it's hard to deal with when your young. It's even harder when your friends tell you how much of a f*** up your brother is and how stupid they think he is. But back to the subject, I don't sleep anymore. I can't. I'm too worried about what he mite do to himself. I know what your thinking, focus on you and not him, you can only control one life, and that's your own. Believe me, Iv'e heard that before. It's not that easy. You have to be in that ersons position to actually feel what they do. My dad never says anything encouraging to him, all he says is that he'll be in jail sooner or later and he's also a f*** up..Nice encouragement dad..Anywho, All I'm trying to say is 2 things. 1). Don't do it, you may think your useless and you don't need to be living and that the world will be better off without you..But honestly, It wont. People may say how much they hate you and say critical things that hurt, but I don't think they'd be feeling that was at your funeral. People say things, a lot of things, its hard to shake them off, but its just what you gotta do, life will get better beleive it or not. And 2.) I need my own help as well...With the whole insecurity of sleeping and what not, so If anyone has maybe experienced it or has good advice, please E-Mail me. |
| 30 Jul 2006 | sunny | go inside ur garage turn the car on close all da doors and fall alsleep youll die and u wont even know it |
| 30 Jul 2006 | WHY DONT U PEOPLE RING UP CHILD LINE IF U R BEEN BEATEN AND ABUSED OR SEEK COUCILING I THINK U WHO WANT 2 DIE R SELFISH THERE R PEOPLE DIEING OF CANCER ECT WHO DO NOT WANA DIE AND YOUS WHO WANA END IT WITHOUT EVENTRYING TO MAKE MOST OF IT SOME THINGSWE CART CHANG BUT SOMETIMES U GOT TO STEPUP AND TAKE CONTROL FUCK THE ONES WHO HAVE HURT U WAT GOES AROUND CUMS AROUD | |
| 30 Jul 2006 | kelly | i have had a reali bad life but iam not going to go into ALL the bad things that has happend in my life because i just fink of it as 'there is always sum 1 in the world that has had a worse life than me'(u should fink the same)i 2 have wanted to die since i was about 9 and still do. (iam 17 now) wen i was that age i only used to say i want to die never reali did anything about it just useto sit bak and wach my mum slit her wrist and take overdoes's she always said she wanted to die and wen i was 12 she did she jumped of a bridge on to a busy road. i have only tryed to kill my self twice by takin as many pills as i could, the last time i did it i realy fort i was goin to die i was lay in bed and fort i felt my self slippin away,i wasn't scared at all, but some how i woke up a hour later screaming 'i shud be dead' so now i have given up on tryin to kill my self, i just dont like pain. so for every 1 out there i hope everyfin goes ok for you, and maybe 1 day some of u cud look bak and say iam glad i didnt do it but sum of u mite of aleady dun it ######### |
| 30 Jul 2006 | steven | u people u say this site is sick and people who use / run it are sick wtf were u searching when u found it? |
| 29 Jul 2006 | iahveh | uhm.... i don't think joking about selling suicide to teenagers is anything that should be allowed. And i totally agree that a great way to keep people from killing themselves is certainly to tell them they're "fucking sick". stumbling across this website is a bit scary because it shows the total disregard for the physical and emotional pain other people feel, and the absence of loving advice. people can hurt, and it's not always because they're self centered or dramatic. what about kids who have been abused, and feel like they'll never ammount to anything in life. that's a pain deep enough to spur someobody onto suicide. if anybody is reading this site for actual advice on how to die, try thinking about how you were loved when you were an infant. there was a real love around at one point, and killing yourself won't get it back, or stop the pain you're feeling now. not to write a book, but i admitt that i tried to kill myself by cutting my wrists with a butter knife, and only survived because the sheets helped stop the bleeding after i blacked out. find somebody who you think you could talk to, and ask them to spend some time supporting you. all we need is love |
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