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From A Scanner Darkly by Philip K. Dick

Charles Freck, becoming progressively more and more depressed by what was happening to everybody he knew, decided finally to off himself. There was no problem, in the circles where he hung out, in putting an end to yourself; you just bought into a large quantity of reds and took them with some cheap wine, late at night, with the phone off the hook so no one would interrupt you.

The planning part had to do with the artifacts you wanted found on you by later archeologists. So they’d know from which stratum you came. And also could piece together where your head had been at the time you did it.

He spent several days deciding on the artifacts. Much longer than he had spent deciding to kill himself, and approximately the same time required to get that many reds. He would be found lying on his back, on his bed, with a copy of Ayn Rand’s The Fountainhead (which would prove he had been a misunderstood superman rejected by the masses and so, in a sense, murdered by their scorn) and an unfinished letter to Exxon protesting the cancellation of his gas credit card. That way he would indict the system and achieve something by his death, over and above what the death itself achieved.

Actually, he was not as sure in his mind what the death achieved as what the two artifacts achieved; but anyhow it all added up, and he began to make ready, like an animal sensing its time has come and acting out its instinctive programming, laid down by nature, when its inevitable end was near.

From The Hours (2002) by Stephen Daldry

Head-On (2004) by Fatih Akin

The Only Animal

The only animal that commits suicide
went for a walk in the park,
basked on a hard bench
in the first star,
traveled to the edge of space
in an armchair
while company quietly
talked, and abruptly
returned,
the room empty

The only animal that cries,
that takes off its clothes
and reports to the mirror, the one
and only animal
that brushes its own teeth

somewhere
the only animal that smokes a cigarette,
that lies down and flies backward in time,
that rises and walks to a book
and looks up a word
heard the telephone ringing
in the darkness downstairs and decided
to answer no more.

REST IS HERE

by Franz Wright

I think many people kill themselves simply to stop the debate about whether they will or they won’t.
From Girl, Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen (via decaying-organic-matter)
Resumé

Razors pain you; 
rivers are damp; 
acids stain you; 
and drugs cause cramp. 
Guns aren’t lawful; 
nooses give; 
gas smells awful; 
you might as well live.

by Dorothy Parker 

Suicide Note

The calm,
Cool face of the river
Asked me for a kiss.

by Langston Hughes

Your life was less sad than your suicide might suggest.
From Suicide by Édouard Levé (via proustitute)

When they asked some old Roman philosopher or other how he wanted to die, he said he would open his veins in a warm bath. I thought it would be easy, lying in the tub and seeing the redness flower from my wrists, flush after flush through the clear water, till I sank to sleep under a surf gaudy as poppies.

But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defenseless that I couldn’t do it. It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn’t in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, a whole lot harder to get at.

From The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
Wacky Lists, #1: Writers Who Committed Suicide

1) Jean-Pierre Duprey: was a French poet and a sculptor. He committed suicide by hanging himself at the age of 29. Three days before his death, he told a friend: “I am allergic to this planet”.

2) John Berryman: was an American poet who suffered from alcoholism throughout his life and killed himself by jumping off a bridge at the age of 57.

3) Ernest Hemingway: was an American author and journalist who won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1954. He shot himself in the head when he was 61.

4) Sarah Kane: was an English playwright. At the age of 28, and two days after overdosing on prescription drugs, she hung herself by her shoelaces in a bathroom in a hospital.

5) Anne Sexton: was an American poet who suffered from severe mental illness most of her life. She killed herself through starting the engine of her car and locking the garage door; hence dying of carbon monoxide poisoning aged 45.

6) Sylvia Plath: was an American poet, novelist and short story writer who suffered from mental illness throughout most of her life. She killed herself by sticking her head in the oven and hence died of carbon monoxide poisoning, aged 30.

7) David Foster Wallace: was an American novelist and essayist. He suffered from severe depression and hung himself when his medication ceased to work at the age of 46.

8) May Ayim: was an Afro-German poet and activist. She killed herself by jumping from the thirteenth floor of a building at the age of 36.

9) Hunter S. Thompson: was an American author and journalist. He shot himself in the head at the age of 67. His suicide note, which he left for his wife, read: “No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun — for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax — This won’t hurt.”

10) Richard Brautigan: was an American poet, short story writer and novelist. He suffered from paranoid schizophrenia and clinical depression. When he was 48, he shot himself in the head and his body was found more than a month later. His suicide note read: “Messy, isn’t it?”

11) Virginia Woolf: was an English author, essayist and short story writer. She killed herself by filling her pockets with rocks then jumping into the sea and thus drowning at the age of 59. Her last note to her husband read: “Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness…”

12) Frank Stanford: was an American poet. He ended his life by shooting himself in the heart three times at the age of 29.

13) Vladimir Mayakovsky: was a Russian poet and playwright. At the age of 36, he shot himself in the heart, leaving behind an unfinished poem as a suicide note:

And so they say-
“the incident dissolved”
the love boat smashed up
on the dreary routine.
I’m through with life
and [we] should absolve
from mutual hurts, afflictions and spleen.

14) Ingrid Jonker: was a South African poet. At the age of 32, she drowned herself. Her father’s response to the discovery of her corpse was: “They can throw her back into the sea for all I care”.

They Call It Attempted Suicide

My brother’s girlfriend was not prepared for how much blood
splashed out. He got home in time, but was angry
about the mess she had made of his room. I stood behind,
watching them turn into something manageable. Thinking
how frightening it must have been before things had names.
We say peony and make a flower out of that slow writhing.
Deal with the horror of recurrence by calling it
a million years. The death everywhere is no trouble
once you see it as nature, landscape, or botany.

by Jack Gilbert