|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?
|27 Oct 2018||enzyme, is that you? please come back.....|
|10 Nov 2010||olivia||Enzyme, Your words never cease to memorize me, swallow up my thoughts, and amaze my soul. Thank you.|
|09 Nov 2010||greg||enzyme is a sad shit wannabe poet. it must suck to have something to say but no talent to say it well|
|16 Oct 2010||O, Enzyme.
How great it is, to come here after a long time and find more of your delicious words to read.
I wish I knew who you are so I could move near your home and stalk you every day.
Yours truly, an anonymous admirer.
|22 Jan 2010||O Lovley Castrati||Ho, dear dear Enzyme. My catalyzing agent of red velvet raptures!
There seems to be so many words in which a virtual virtuoso can describe the putrid being of a loved little boy as myself.
Oh dear protein messiah, have you come to aid my reform to continuation?
Have you come to encourage my life to take one last role in this finale of bloated moral decay?
How on Earth, thus, am I supposed to continue my soar?
My lovely mercury overdosed hatter, are you saying my life is still worth more than the void that is the dull eternity of my soul?
My corpse deserves a good place to rest, that is my humiliate thought, but nevermore nevermoreâ¦ nevermore am I supposed to consume the greens and reds and the blushing blues of this world.
Nevermore am I supposed to describe my empty hemispheres to the evenmore nothing that is outside my little room.
The horrors I might indulge; though, can my castrato self still hold more grisly visions than reality?
|06 Dec 2009||Dearest Enzyme of the Petrified Forest.
I love you.
Yours truly, an anonymous admirer.
|20 Nov 2009||High Fidelity||Enzyme, your on a good roll with these songs of the day. Keep the faith.|
|19 Oct 2009||Melvin||And dad would dream of all the different ways to die
Each one a little more than he could dare to try
|13 Sep 2009||Enzyme.
As, I read through you're writings, I can't help but feel at home. You embody something that I've grown up besides, a feeling possibly, that has always been nameless. I feel almost as though you are the modern 'Underground man', from Dostoevskii's 'Notes from the Underground'. A disfigured voice for a small and subtle existence...
I would go on, but my lexicon bothers me these days. So, I stay brief. Goodnight.
|09 Sep 2009||Melvin||I kept seeing the coffin in front of me, I felt I was at the funeral again. Unable to cry freely, and the ridiculous amount of sleeve needed to stem my nose. I was shivering, I was freezing. I tried so hard to breathe... not to cry.
The last few minutes of class dragged. He was talking to me. I opened my mouth to reply but instead began to sob. I ran out and down the corridor sobbing hysterically.
Was I dying? I sank to the floor, sobbing and choking. I thought I was going to be sick. Suicide methods, loved ones, excerpts from my journal, all going around in my head. I called childline but hung up when the man answered.
Later I had a biology class. In biology we were learning about Enzymes and I thought of you.
|07 Sep 2009||Bebop||Enzyme, your from LA?
I have "Let the Right One In" on DVD, let's hang out.
|13 May 2009||Kuborion||Y'know, this Enzyme person does make sense.
Read that post of his carefully. Or hers, of course.
|12 May 2009||Bobbin||Enzyme - did u ever play grim fandango? its just u mentioned petrified forest and being the grim fandango nerd i am, i just thought that... well nevermind.
i just got excited and decided to post something completely irelevant on a suicide website.