before i write, this isn't a poem but more of just some
creative writing i did once, its how i see sanity


Your sanity is like a soft toy given to a toddler. 
When you are born you sanity is whole, not a piece out of
place just like a soft toy but as time goes on it used, worn
and torn. A soft toy starts out as a whole, not a thread out
of place but as that soft toy is used by the toddler, it’s
sucked on and played with. The edges are pulled at and
tugged and eventually the first t   hread snaps. Just like
your sanity, after every tough spot in life, after every
moment of agonising torture you start to slip and snap. You
start to teeter towards the ledge and are one step away from
insanity. 
Just like a soft toy, it starts out as a whole but slowly,
one by one, the threads start to snap and break under all
the tugging and pressure. 
As time goes on, you do the same and at the end, before you
lose it all, there is just a single thread holding you on to
life, a single thread that is what is saving you.
But then the child continues to play with that single piece
of cotton left from the toy, continue to tug at it and play
with it. Eventually the pressure start to build and thread
by thread it starts to fray, it starts to break.
Then the last frail piece of thread from that last delicate
piece of cotton snaps and that’s it, that’s the end of
it all. You fall into an emotional turmoil and spiral down
into a full blackness of nothing. You lose all life and all
life leaves your eyes. You have finally lost the whole of
your soul and there is nothing left but a dead, empty
shell.
Just like that soft toy. It started as a whole with
everything together and not one piece of cotton out of
place, not one piece of stuffing missing but as that toddler
plays with the soft toy, it frays. All life is lost when
that last piece of thread snaps from that delicate piece of
cotton.
Your sanity is a soft toy given to a toddler.