What if
the mind was a playground?
What if it was a safe haven
filled with the sound of
children laughing?
What if it could help you
instead of kill you?
Imagine if the swings
weren't a threat,
if the floor didn't hurt
if you stumbled and falled
What if
the mind was a playground?
Would anyone
want to play at all?
YOU ARE READING
Running With Scissors
Poetry"Run away, they will have to find some other hearts to break" - All Time Low.
