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?
13 Oct 2008	crystal	The Quest - by Wystan Hugh Auden I. The Door Out of it steps our future, through this door Enigmas, executioners and rules, Her Majesty in a bad temper or A red-nosed Fool who makes a fool of fools. Great persons eye it in the twilight for A past it might so carelessly let in, A widow with a missionary grin, The foaming inundation at a roar. We pile our all against it when afraid, And beat upon its panels when we die: By happening to be open once, it made Enormous Alice see a wonderland That waited for her in the sunshine and, Simply by being tiny, made her cry. II. The Preparations All had been ordered weeks before the start From the best firms at such work: instruments To take the measure of all queer events, And drugs to move the bowels or the heart. A watch, of course, to watch impatience fly, Lamps for the dark and shades against the sun; Foreboding, too, insisted on a gun, And coloured beads to soothe a savage eye. In theory they were sound on Expectation, Had there been situations to be in; Unluckily they were their situation: One should not give a poisoner medicine, A conjurer fine apparatus, nor A rifle to a melancholic bore. III. The Crossroads Two friends who met here and embraced are gone, Each to his own mistake; one flashes on To fame and ruin in a rowdy lie, A village torpor holds the other one, Some local wrong where it takes time to die: This empty junction glitters in the sun. So at all quays and crossroads: who can tell These places of decision and farewell To what dishonour all adventure leads, What parting gift could give that friend protection, So orientated his vocation needs The Bad Lands and the sinister direction? All landscapes and all weathers freeze with fear, But none have ever thought, the legends say, The time allowed made it impossible; For even the most pessimistic set The limit of their errors at a year. What friends could there be left then to betray, What joy take longer to atone for; yet Who could complete without the extra day The journey that should take no time at all? IV. The Traveler No window in his suburb lights that bedroom where A little fever heard large afternoons at play: His meadows multiply; that mill, though, is not there Which went on grinding at the back of love all day. Nor all his weeping ways through weary wastes have found The castle where his Greater Hallows are interned; For broken bridges halt him, and dark thickets round Some ruin where an evil heritage was burned. Could he forget a child's ambition to be old And institutions where it learned to wash and lie, He'd tell the truth for which he thinks himself too young, That everywhere on his horizon, all the sky, Is now, as always, only waiting to be told To be his father's house and speak his mother tongue. V. The City In villages from which their childhoods came Seeking Necessity, they had been taught Necessity by nature is the same No matter how or by whom it be sought. The city, though, assumed no such belief, But welcomed each as if he came alone, The nature of Necessity like grief Exactly corresponding to his own. And offered them so many, every one Found some temptation fit to govern him, And settled down to master the whole craft Of being nobody; sat in the sun During the lunch-hour round the fountain rim, And watched the country kids arrive, and laughed. VI. The First Temptation Ashamed to be the darling of his grief, He joined a gang of rowdy stories where His gift for magic quickly made him chief Of all these boyish powers of the air; Who turned his hungers into Roman food, The town's asymmetry into a park; All hours took taxis; any solitude Became his flattered duchess in the dark. But, if he wished for anything less grand, The nights came padding after him like wild Beasts that meant harm, and all the doors cried Thief; And when Truth had met him and put out her hand, He clung in panic to his tall belief And shrank away like an ill-treated child. VII. The Second Temptation His library annoyed him with its look Of calm belief in being really there; He threw away a rival's boring book, And clattered panting up the spiral stair. Swaying upon the parapet he cried: "O Uncreated Nothing, set me free, Now let Thy perfect be identified, Unending passion of the Night, with Thee." And his long-suffering flesh, that all the time Had felt the simple cravings of the stone And hoped to be rewarded for her climb, Took it to be a promise when he spoke That now at last she would be left alone, And plunged into the college quad, and broke. VIII. The Third Temptation He watched with all his organs of concern How princes walk, what wives and children say, Re-opened old graves in his heart to learn What laws the dead had died to disobey, And came reluctantly to his conclusion: "All the arm-chair philosophies are false; To love another adds to the confusion; The song of mercy is the Devil's Waltz." All that he put his hand to prospered so That soon he was the very King of creatures, Yet, in an autumn nightmare trembled, for, Approaching down a ruined corridor, Strode someone with his own distorted features Who wept, and grew enormous, and cried Woe. IX. The Tower This is an architecture for the old; Thus heaven was attacked by the afraid, So once, unconsciously, a virgin made Her maidenhead conspicuous to a god. Here on dark nights while worlds of triumph sleep Lost Love in abstract speculation burns, And exiled Will to politics returns In epic verse that makes its traitors weep. Yet many come to wish their tower a well; For those who dread to drown, of thirst may die, Those who see all become invisible: Here great magicians, caught in their own spell, Long for a natural climate as they sigh "Beware of Magic" to the passer-by. X. The Presumptuous They noticed that virginity was needed To trap the unicorn in every case, But not that, of those virgins who succeeded, A high percentage had an ugly face. The hero was as daring as they thought him, But his peculiar boyhood missed them all; The angel of a broken leg had taught him The right precautions to avoid a fall. So in presumption they set forth alone On what, for them, was not compulsory, And stuck half-way to settle in some cave With desert lions to domesticity, Or turned aside to be absurdly brave, And met the ogre and were turned to stone. XI. The Average His peasant parents killed themselves with toil To let their darling leave a stingy soil For any of those fine professions which Encourage shallow breathing, and grow rich. The pressure of their fond ambition made Their shy and country-loving child afraid No sensible career was good enough, Only a hero could deserve such love. So here he was without maps or supplies, A hundred miles from any decent town; The desert glared into his blood-shot eyes, The silence roared displeasure: looking down, He saw the shadow of an Average Man Attempting the exceptional, and ran. XII. Vocation Incredulous, he stared at the amused Official writing down his name among Those whose request to suffer was refused. The pen ceased scratching: though he came too late To join the martyrs, there was still a place Among the tempters for a caustic tongue To test the resolution of the young With tales of the small failings of the great, And shame the eager with ironic praise. Though mirrors might be hateful for a while, Women and books would teach his middle age The fencing wit of an informal style, To keep the silences at bay and cage His pacing manias in a worldly smile. XIII. The Useful The over-logical fell for the witch Whose argument converted him to stone, Thieves rapidly absorbed the over-rich, The over-popular went mad alone, And kisses brutalised the over-male. As agents their importance quickly ceased; Yet, in proportion as they seemed to fail, Their instrumental value was increased For one predestined to attain their wish. By standing stones the blind can feel their way, Wild dogs compel the cowardly to fight, Beggars assist the slow to travel light, And even madmen manage to convey Unwelcome truths in lonely gibberish. XIV. The Way Fresh addenda are published every day To the encyclopedia of the Way, Linguistic notes and scientific explanations, And texts for schools with modernised spelling and illustrations. Now everyone knows the hero must choose the old horse, Abstain from liquor and sexual intercourse, And look out for a stranded fish to be kind to: Now everyone thinks he could find, had he a mind to, The way through the waste to the chapel in the rock For a vision of the Triple Rainbow or the Astral Clock, Forgetting his information comes mostly from married men Who liked fishing and a flutter on the horses now and then. And how reliable can any truth be that is got By observing oneself and then just inserting a Not? XV. The Lucky Suppose he'd listened to the erudite committee, He would have only found where not to look; Suppose his terrier when he whistled had obeyed, It would not have unearthed the buried city; Suppose he had dismissed the careless maid, The cryptogram would not have fluttered from the book. "It was not I," he cried as, healthy and astounded, He stepped across a predecessor's skull; "A nonsense jingle simply came into my head And left the intellectual Sphinx dumbfounded; I won the Queen because my hair was red; The terrible adventure is a little dull." Hence Failure's torment: "Was I doomed in any case, Or would I not have failed had I believed in Grace?" XVI. The Hero He parried every question that they hurled: "What did the Emperor tell you?" "Not to push." "What is the greatest wonder of the world?" "The bare man Nothing in the Beggar's Bush." Some muttered: "He is cagey for effect. A hero owes a duty to his fame. He looks too like a grocer for respect." Soon they slipped back into his Christian name. The only difference that could be seen From those who'd never risked their lives at all Was his delight in details and routine: For he was always glad to mow the grass, Pour liquids from large bottles into small, Or look at clouds through bits of coloured glass. XVII. Adventure Others had found it prudent to withdraw Before official pressure was applied, Embittered robbers outlawed by the Law, Lepers in terror of the terrified. But no one else accused these of a crime; They did not look ill: old friends, overcome, Stared as they rolled away from talk and time Like marbles out into the blank and dumb. The crowd clung all the closer to convention, Sunshine and horses, for the sane know why The even numbers should ignore the odd: The Nameless is what no free people mention; Successful men know better than to try To see the face of their Absconded God. XVIII. The Adventurers Spinning upon their central thirst like tops, They went the Negative Way towards the Dry; By empty caves beneath an empty sky They emptied out their memories like slops, Which made a foul marsh as they dried to death, Where monsters bred who forced them to forget The lovelies their consent avoided; yet, Still praising the Absurd with their last breath, They seeded out into their miracles: The images of each grotesque temptation Became some painter's happiest inspiration, And barren wives and burning virgins came To drink the pure cold water of their wells, And wish for beaux and children in their name. XIX. The Waters Poet, oracle, and wit Like unsuccessful anglers by The ponds of apperception sit, Baiting with the wrong request The vectors of their interest, At nightfall tell the angler's lie. With time in tempest everywhere, To rafts of frail assumption cling The saintly and the insincere; Enraged phenomena bear down In overwhelming waves to drown Both sufferer and suffering. The waters long to hear our question put Which would release their longed-for answer, but. XX. The Garden Within these gates all opening begins: White shouts and flickers through its green and red, Where children play at seven earnest sins And dogs believe their tall conditions dead. Here adolescence into number breaks The perfect circle time can draw on stone, And flesh forgives division as it makes Another's moment of consent its own. All journeys die here: wish and weight are lifted: Where often round some old maid's desolation Roses have flung their glory like a cloak, The gaunt and great, the famed for conversation Blushed in the stare of evening as they spoke And felt their centre of volition shifted.
13 Oct 2008	Christmas Jones	Kurt Vonnegut put it best, "No damn cat, no damn cradle." In other words everything is fucking absurd. I mean have you looked at the debt lately, 10 trillion fucking dollars, the giant sign that is supposed to keep track of the debt doesn't even have enough spaces for that number. Everything is absurd. Suicide is a fine idea these days, I just hope everything is not as absurd on the other side. Is heaven in a bloody recession too!?!
23 Jul 2008	chris	Christ, do I have to be so obvious as to drill the answer into your skull? - Wait, I’ll be killing you and that will be putting you out of your misery… So here is my second attempt at an answer: DON’T COMMIT SUICIDE! Throwing your life away is some mamby – pamby, nuevo riche thing that most people think about, and for some reason or other they are still alive and thinking about it and not dead and not thinking about it or not reading this tripe! God, my great grandparents fled Alsace with nothing but the clothes on their backs in 1880 just so they wouldn’t get killed in the Franco-Prussian war, moved to America and worked 10 hours a day, six days a week to make a living. Did they think about how bad it was? Did they think of committing suicide? HELL NO!!!! They were too damn busy struggling to put food on the table to think of such crap. They had the balls to deal with lifeDo me a favor kid; find a hobby to occupy your time and forget this suicide shtick before you or someone really zap themselves.
17 Jul 2008		okay this is absolutely ridiculous. suicide is the most pathetic form of dealing with your problems. it solves nothing. for you christians out there who are saying heaven is better than this life, ill enlighten you on the rules of going to heaven. one is, if you commit suicide, free ticket to hell. there is nothing, barring extreme, and i mean extreme PHYSICAL pain, with no end possible. life is such a miracle, such a complex web of absolute chances that it does NOT deserve to be snuffed out because of some stupid event, like ur mom doesnt believe you about something stupid. it doesnt EVER deserve to be ended out by outside forces. life is not something you play with, its a "new toy". fuck all you guys, dont kill yourselves there is always a silver lining, and if u feel that ur life is in the dumps, then it cant get worse. it can only get better.
15 Jun 2008	eternal bliss	whilst i was watching transporter two i said something. it has become a famous quote by me. whats up with this guy and all these rules. have you seen my crow bar?...my back itches. and i swear that crow bar is the best back scratcher ever. so anyway. back to that guy on the movie. he drives these flashy cars and wears these nice clothes and acts kinda cocky. and i was thinking these things do not please the lord jesus christ. you see god dosent care about what you have or what you can do. he just wants you to not sin. and most people do not want to turn from thier sins. you must turn to him first and be sincere about serving him and letting him rule your life. if you mock him he wont come to you. he is like this because he wont force himself upon you. its your choice. a lot of people have false ideals about god. that he came to make peace on earth. he came to bring a sword. you have a problem. your life isnt working. turn to him with a sincere heart and he will help you. if your life is unlivable and you have no answers and you feel empty inside ask him, invite him into your life. that void you feel he will fill it with love. if you turn to him and obey him he will help make your life livable. just so you know i am not saying it is possible that you never sin again.
02 Jun 2008	ktnsara	just dont fuckin do it u losers christians are well fuckin sick in fact all religion is fucked up!!!!!!!!!!
27 May 2008	revalation	gorgie bushs purpose in life is almost over. you see god almighty ordained him to become ruler of the land to help bring true what the holy bible says about the antichrist coming to power. the whole one world government one money system. you see bush is a globalist for reasons of money. he may not even know god is using him to bring about the apocolypse. even if you dont believe in god or the bible it is an interesting converstaion piece. how many years ago it was written and how the similarities are there that bush could be the precursor to the antichrist. sooooooooooooo....... next up... hilary clinton and is she the antichrist? (just shoot me in the face) i would also like to extend my probably worthless apology to the nonamerican world. isnt it ironic how im getting screwed by america but when this country is overpowered im still one of the bad guys and will probably get my head chopped off. if you are an american now is a good time to consider wholeheartedly suicide. i mean if you are an american you have to look foward to tourture rape being killed. and then more tourture. did you think the Holocaust was bad? (ha)
17 May 2008	CHRIS	My name is Chris im 21 i have been sick for a long time ive been to the doctor i dont have insurance i dont make much money so theres not much i can do rite now people think im crazy they think its my nervs sucide has cross my mind more than once but im a fighter im not looking for a easy way out of life nethier shuold anybody else just remeber this A HOPLESS DOG IS BETTER THAN A DEAD LOIN!!!!!!
13 Mar 2008	chris	my name is chris ive had enough my girlfriend killed herself on 23/05/04 i cant cope anymore life was getting better then i just get kicked down again ive had enough i dont even want any help anymore i just want out life is shit
05 Mar 2008	Christiane	peacefully&&properly
08 Jan 2008	X-ray cat	if you want to kill your self hang out with people that talk like this.... like oh my god, for real,??? like so oh my god. n i was like whatever and she was like omg whatever. then you will be like oh my god shoot me in the face. my neigbor got a trampoline for christmas. shes one of those omg omg omg totally like whatever people. ive decided to let her see me blow my brains out.
02 Dec 2007		its almost christmas time. that means lots of poor kids will wake up and be dissapointed. i know i will. suicide rate increases over the holidays. im preparing myself for the dissapointment. even though i cant think of a single reason to keep living before the holidays. my life really blows.
11 Nov 2007	Dan Garrett	Live to a ripe old age serving the LORD Jesus Christ. This is the only and best way to die in perfect peace. http:www.readytobefree.com
23 Oct 2007	Faye Grzanich	I just thought you'd like to know Miriam killed herself... I hope now you will take this site off the internet before someone else commits suicide too. My heart goes out to the family of Miriam, as she was a wonderful young girl who had a whole lifetime ahead of her. She will be greatly missed by me and her family. Please I beg you who are thinking of committing suicide to reach out to God and his son Jesus Christ. Reach out to someone you can trust and get help while you can. God doesn't want you to take your life. He wants you to live life to the fullest. I'll miss you Miriam. with love, from your friend Faye
08 Oct 2007	Lost, but now i'm Found	i'm 13, and i've claimed to be a "christain" since i was 4. i've tried to comitte suicide 5 times, and i use to cut. nobody has ever trusted me or loved me (at least that's how i feel). this summer i met a preson who is now my best friend. he showed me back to the path of Christ, and i knew nobody cared about me, but as i read my bible and kept cutting and thinking about suicide, i realized that if nobody in this world loves me or trusts me ever, i know that one person will always be there for me and love me that person is GOD! i can claim i hate him, but deep down i know i love him, i can try to comitte suicide these days, and he'll still stop me, because he loves me and knows what's best for me. i can be a thieft, a murder, a rappiest, w/e, but no matter what i do, he'll never stop loving me. i have now stopped cutting, but i still think about comitting suicide, and i try to run away quite often. all this as led to, is my parents not trusting me. when i'm mad they wont let me go to my room, they make me sit out in the open, they wont let me have sharp things. what they dont' realize is that everything that i do have, i can still kill myself with it, if i wanted to i could kill myself with a piece of paper! my parents have never trusted me and this doesn't help one bit. there is only one person i know that loves and trusts me no matter what, that's God himself. i know if you are reading this or have made it this far, you are probably jsut reading it to find out what kind of crazy person i really am, but i'm telling the truth. you have to pull yourself together and move on or you'll never get over it, and one of these days you might actually kill yourself, when you could have another chance at life right now! BEFORE I WAS LOST, BUT NOW I'M FREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! plz don't kill yourself, it's ok to think about it, but plz don't go through with it! there are ppl who love you out there even if you don't know it, but GOD OF ALL loves you the most! john 3:16 for god so loved the world that he sent his only begotten son, for whoever believes in him shall have enternal life...
05 Oct 2007	chris	dont kill yerself rob a bank at least u can go and live yer dream
03 Oct 2007	Unknown.	Okay so I believe in the Goddess and the God. (I'm wiccan). I don't feel that my religion really affects the whole suicide thing. I have a problem with some Christians. Not all. But I feel that a TRUE christian would not kill themselves. Christians see suicide as a sin. But you know I don't care. If you wanna kill yourself do it, or talk to someone. Be that a preist (or someone from religion) or a counsellor. Because just because you're a Christian (or other faith) it won't make your pain go away. Just think about that.
18 Jul 2007	chris	shot your self in the head
16 Jul 2007	Anonymous	I am 43 and I want to die. I am a christian and I know that I will face Hell and that still doesn't deter me. I believe that Hell can be no worse than what I have been through on this planet. Some people don't undestand the deep,hollow,empty,tired,lonely and unending feeling of wanting to die due to the life you have to live. Some people have great lives,with rich parents who give them everything and they get to go to college and become whatever it is they want to be because their potential was not stunted by abuse. I was raped by my grandfather at 8 and my mother passed us kids around to relatives and then foster homes for a few years because she wanted to party. I kept running away form children's homes because I hated the abuse I got there. A judge ordered my mother to take care of me because she was financialy able. My dad split when she was pregnant with me. My mother kept me awake all night,drugged me with her psychotic meds and wrapped me in a blanket and told the doctors wierd stuff like masturbate in public. the locked me in the dungeon of horror from 10 to 13, then I went back to live with my mother again and she began to prostitute me out to old horny men. My brother was abusive beyone all comprehension and he joined in on the raping me. I still to this day do not speak to him. My mother forced me to marry a 27 yr. old man who raped and beat me for 3 years. I left him when my older sister died of a brain anneurism. It was the worst pain of all. Did I mention my mother used to lock me in closets and go away for days at a time when I was a kid? After my sister died at 19 and I was 17 I came home to find my x husband in bed with another man. Then I left him , and went to the city where my mom lived>still wanting her love, she then told me I was only worth my looks and when they were gone I wasn't worth anything. She told me to become a prostitute adn I did. I got busted when I was 19 and I tried to kill myself with an overdose of xanax, flexiril, valium, weed and jack daniels whiskey. I made the mistake of calling a my best friend to tell her that a key to my condo was under the mat and I passed out on the phone in my hotel room. She called the police and they came and busted the door in, found me naked and all the drug bottles and the weed, charging me with posession.I ended up in the hospital, getting my stomach pumped and then sent to another mental hospital in shackles. I still had to go to court and face everyone and I was so embarrased. I went through two terrible marriages that were violently abusive and several boyfriends that cheated and lied and broke my heart. I tried lesbainism and that sucked, the girl was bipolar and tried to kill me. Although I did end up being semi successful as a nurse and hospital administrator, I had a nervous breakdown at the age of 38 and could no longer work and now I am on social secrurity, grieving the loss of my family (I gave up on them ever loving me) and I now live off near nothing a month, I cry at the drop of a hat and feel sad and lonely every day. My boyfriend is 29 and he was molested when he was young so he is emotionally unavailable as he stays on video games and the computer all the time. I am tired of being lonely. I am tired of being hurt. I am tired of not being noticed and trying to compete with video games and the computer all the time. Today I told him I wanted to kill myself except I have a cat to care for. He went wild, yelling and slamming doors and said he couldn't believe I was just living for my cat and not him. I will end this by saying that life is hard, at best. People will always dissapoint you and if I knew a way to kill myself easily, quickly and painlessly I would do it today. I found this site today because I was looking for a way. Life will always suck. Look at what they did to Jesus! He never hurt anyone or anything and they just hung him on the cross with nine inch nails. Again, I am a 43 yr. old woman and I have wanted to die since I can remember. I am just too much of a woosie to do it again. but...I am getting closer to doing it, my cat is 19 yrs old. I'm waiting. Good luck , I don't know if this will help or not. I do understand what is like to want to die and to feel so tired of life you don't want life anymore.
04 Jul 2007	Jason	I'm actually older but please listen, and in the next half an hour I will be dead, I'm going to lock myself in the bathroom with a knife. I'm not sure what it is I'm going to do with this knife yet but I know it will end my life. I love my wife shannon and my baby boy ethan very much, but I've let them down, bad. My wife almost killed me tonight, she doesn't believe it, but I know I was close. If she wouldn't have stopped choking me when she did it would've only been a matter of seconds. I'm not afraid anymore, I know I'm going to hell. I deserve to live with this torment for eternity. They deserve better though, and with me out of the way maybe shannon can find a that perfect life she was telling me her choice to stay with me deprived her of. Maybe then my caged bird can be free, to show the world all her beautiful colors. I am scum. SCUM. I did exactrly what I promised myself, no what I promised her... that I wouldn't do. I caged her. And now I'm releasing her... of her vows, of her commitment. I ask forgiveness from god who I've until recently given up on. Good-bye world... and Ethan. Grow up strong, son. Daddy loves you, more than I could ever love anything. So I'm giving my life to give you a shot at a better one... with your mamma. Be strong son, and be happy.

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