The Parasuicidal

A Poem by Mia Bekkedahl

In the night
Crying and trying
To fight

The sad thoughs
Of the blade
And dots of blood

As they hit the floor
Below my bed
And hope for no more pain

In vain, I dial
My suicide hotline
And wait for awhile

I hope for a tomorrow
To come with a glimmer of hope that
There will be no sorrow

© 2011 Mia Bekkedahl

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Added on September 12, 2011
Last Updated on September 12, 2011

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Mia Bekkedahl

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I'm Mia! I'm currently a sitemodel.. not a big one though, I go by Mily Manacled. I currently live with my mom in North Dakota. My parents have been divorced for about a year now, I always am wearing .. more..