Date	Name/email Nom/email	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?
09 Sep 2025	Azrea	My body feels too big My body feels too small This room feels too tight I cant breathe at all. The ceilings looking different Your gaze is turning dark The sky is slowly falling Im searching for a spark Theres yearning in my lungs A yearning for a run A run from fear and fun A place to hang my head A place to drown my fear Tell me why im tired Youll say its from the sun "The sun can drain your energy" Id say its from the run I think im tired of living What else is there to do? This breathings getting heavy, Theres nothing i can do My body feels too big My body feels too small This room is getting tighter This room doesnt end at all If i look in a mirror Will i finally see That im still the same person The person you think of me My body feels too big My body feels too small My body feels too big Im tired of it all
09 Sep 2025	Azrea	I am an arrow in battle, i miss my target and lie lodged in the dirt far away from others. I feel useless, angry, i wanted to hit my target. I blame myself, but i was only led astray because of my archer. But then again, I am just an arrow. How am I to know it wasn't my fault? I could've been built different from the others, I could be frayed, bent, maybe slightly crushed. But that's not the arrows fault, its the archers. Its the archers fault for not being gentle, for not caring enough, for lousily aiming for the nearest target and then missing, for pointing the arrow in the wrong direction, for pulling the arrow back too far and then shooting it forward where it wasnt ready. Its the archers fault Its the archers fault for leaving me in the dirt, even though he saw me lying there. Its the archers fault Dont blame yourself.
23 Aug 2025	delyla	i know flies in milk i know the man by his clothes i know fair weather from foul i know the apple by the tree i know the tree when i see the sap i know when all is one i know who labors and who loads i know everything but myself
22 Aug 2025	Azrea	LONG AFTER I AM GONE When I go, Do not search the rope, the river, the room. Find me instead in the sunsets red hush, Passed between petals that never learned my name. I want the flowers to hold me Better than I ever held myself The sky to burn with the secret I could never speak aloud If you see beauty, See me Because I will be everything I could not become, long after I am gone
22 Aug 2025	Azrea	TONIGHT, THE AIR TASTES OF METAL I am lying in bed, But my chest is locked door, And my hands have forgotten how to turn the key. There's a hum beneath the floorboards It is my heart. It is the old pipes rattling, Thirsty for the blood they will never get. I want to tell you, That I'm fine, That I've learned to live with the Shadows Like one learns to live with mold on the walls. Pretending it isn't growing, Pretending the air doesn't burn when I breathe. Mouchette, do you believe in Mercy? Not the kind they talk about in church, All white robes and Golden light, But the kind that comes in the middle of the night, And presses your head gently under Until the noise stops. I wish I was ready for it.
18 Aug 2025	mouchette	Open console with tilde ~, type kill and then press enter or return.
11 Aug 2025	Azrea	"Titling these because who remembers a nameless song?" I dig my fingers in, expecting more than just the skin. Expecting a reason to stay alive. And every time, I find you there, the splinter in my marrow. I get up each morning just to spite you. Not out of hope, not out of love, but because I want you to choke on the fact I’m still here.
21 Jul 2025	Adam	Why is it that all children in the modern-day are depressed and/or suicidal? I was, my niece and nephew have had their bouts, my friends, my cousins, etc... Well, we all know why. Or at least, we have some sort of experience (or seeming lack thereof) that informs us as to why one might consider it. For me, it is the daily experience. There is always a low-grade hum within the body that signals something is not quite right. The primary question is whether non-existence is preferable to existence, and whether one's opinion on such is determined by their natural disposition. The cop out answer is always "a combination of genetic determinism and lived experience throughout variable environments". Whether things are good or bad, one always returns to the question. I watched Mouchette last night (that is how I found this website to begin with), and enjoyed it. Au Hazard Balthazaar and Le Diable Probablement (hope I spelled those right, not bothering to check) are also very good! I wish I could find the recording of the church song in LDP but I've only found different renditions that do not even sound like it, to be frank. I do not know why I keep submitting these. Things are intensely boring right now, and I have work later. For some reason, when I work the evenings, my entire day is spent thinking about work, and I cannot do anything. Mornings are much better. I despise being poor. The only things that keep me going are occasional wine and movie nights and my nasal and oral tobacco habits. I added ethyl vanillin to my homemade snuff tobacco recently. It is pretty good, but the ethanol I used to dilute it has yet to evaporate, so every single time I try it, it is like being punched in the face. I use commas too much. Read Schopenhauer and Zapffe (commandment). Bukowski is fun. I liked Post Office (I think that was the title) a lot.
02 Jul 2025	Johnny boy	Drink sparkling water. You will hate it so much that you will drop dead.
18 Jun 2025	Azrea	It has been too long. Maybe Days, Weeks? Could it have been months. A year? It has been too long since I've been here. Since my sorrows were translated into echoes on a screen Endless digits that will mean nothing in 50 years. Only, THAT reality serves to say "your pain matters none." I know your eyes will skim over this, searching for words to relate to your own. Awful,hopeless,mindless words. Words to help you feel less lonely, Which makes you all the lonelier, Words to help you sink, to make you convince yourself; "There is only one way out" Words to help you understand, to open your eyes, and maybe, to get better. 1's and 0's that mean absolutely nothing. Nothing, not to the outside world, the one that resides beyond this digital hellhole. And eventually, my digital footprint will wash away like steps on the sand. My thoughts, my memories, my history. No matter how small the hurricane, no matter how feeble the wave, it will stay way away something.
15 May 2025	TarotTwister	Become a religious republican. Have your parents vote against the better candidate in the presidential race. Why let a woman into office when we can have a convicted felon? Right? This is a beautiful website. Please take good care of it, Mouchette.
13 Apr 2025	Sofka	Live to the age of 15 and pass the Basic State Exam in English and Biology
12 Apr 2025	Saraíva	Como diabos vim parar aqui? Esse site é interessante. Como uma pessoa com depressão eu sempre volto a pensar em formas indolores de cometer suicídio. O que as pessoas mais recomendam é overdose por medicamentos durante o sono. Sinceramente, eu provavelmente nunca vou fazer isso; não tenho coragem o suficiente. Só tenho esse interesse mórbido em saber que se eu quisesse eu poderia. Mesmo com a vida melhorando, eu sempre volto a pensar nisso. De uma pessoa quebrada para outras: por mais horrível que a vida esteja, provavelmente existem outras opções além da morte. É um concelho genérico, mas é verdade.
10 Apr 2025	niev	do not :))
23 Mar 2025	K.	Frank's message made me want to express my gratitude too. I first discovered this site when I was 12 years old and although I don't visit it often, I do return to it from time to time. I will be 18 this August. This website has always stayed in my heart. As someone who has shared her experiences, I have always found comfort in the character Mouchette. Last year, I escaped my abusers and began treatment to try to live a normal life. It's still difficult and I'm still figuring things out, but I am feeling better than ever. *Bisou*!
23 Mar 2025	пяточка	*смайлик удиивленого ебала*
16 Feb 2025	frank	i've frequented this site since i was 10 years old. i turn 18 in september. mouchette is my favorite book, and without this site i wouldn't even know it existed. i have a little paperback copy, translated to english, 2nd hand and beat up from carrying it around everywhere i go. i've lost count of how many times i've read it. here are my favorite mouchette quotes: "one is seized by suicide as one is seized by love." "mouchette is both redeemed and destroyed by the emergence of love into her soul. her suicide is her way of ending her own story before it is finished in the long human exhausting way. she ends it where it has found its meaning." "she could only defend herself by immobility and silence." "mouchette thought of death as something as strange and unlikely as winning a big prize in the lottery. at her age, dying and becoming a lady were equally fantastic adventures." thank you mouchette dot org for giving me my favorite book ⁠♡
06 Feb 2025	vinodelectable	Oh Mouchette, thou who dwelleth in deep sorrow, I, like a fly, dost buzz 'round empty air, A wretched creature, low with no tomorrow, Doomed to a fate that none would ever bear. What is a fly, but brief and ill begotten, With wings so frail, they flutter ‘gainst the breeze, Yet find no solace, no true peace forgotten, But dance alone 'twixt shadows and the trees. In despair’s grasp, I too, do flutter wide, A worthless soul, unfit for light or love. Alas! My hope lies buried deep inside, Yet no sweet hand will lift me from above. Oh Mouchette, I, like thee, am tossed, betrayed, A hollow thing whose spirit fades away. No song of joy, nor care to see me swayed, Like thee, I buzz and fade into the grey. Thine eyes are weary, and mine own heart beats slow, For what is life but this dark, endless woe?
06 Feb 2025	vinodelectable	there is no love for the weak, for someone like me. there is no love for the coward, for someone like me. there is no love for a freak, for someone like me. there is no love for a narcissist, for someone like me. there is no love for a masochist, for someone like me. there is no love for the dead fly, for someone like me. I am a fly A bother and useless I am a fly Another, just worthless I am a fly Mouchette, help me evolve
06 Feb 2025	vinodelectable	You're a fly! BAM. Shell smashed, juices flowing Legs twitch, wings are going. All alone. Don't feel bad for the fly, don't get sentimental It always ends up in drivel. That stupid fly had no friends or family anyways. Stupid fly, You saw the hand You saw the knife But you had no energy to fight back Scared and scarred forever One day he will be reborn And he will chemically grow wings (Yes, I know I referenced Radiohead. They're one of my favorite bands. But, everything I say has meaning. And, if I reference a song - it must have some meaning... Maybe you'll figure it out.)

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