Thoughtsonsuicide Stories

Just a Beachside Walk

Screams and shouts never heard for the fear of lurking nightmares, To be found is the end, but to remain unfound is fear of fear itself in the deepest darkest corners of ones unfaithful mind. Random poems or thoughts, please give me comments? I'm doing this as a stress reliever... But I want to know how many of you readers have similar thoughts...