A Thought

It starts with a thought
A kind of stirring interaction
something smaller than a fraction
and it doesn't take much to start

It's something that fights your heart
A tug here and a prod there
It can make you run in circles
Trying to make the fire you started disappear

Too late

This thought is a disease
It spreads through your bones, it does not halt or freeze
Once you open the cage of your mind to set it free
You're a goner

You crumble and become weak at the knee
Begging for help, shouting your plea
It doesn't work. You cannot speak.
The thought plagues you, no more whispers
Not even a peep

You scream but it makes no noise
You stand there still, beautiful and poise
Your skin is barren with scars
Not because you are cut, but because of the nothing you've become

"Who am I? Who am I?" You continually shout
But no one hears you
There's no way out

You can cry but they will not see
You can fight but you'll NEVER be free
You can laugh, but the thought still exists
Cowering in the back of your brain, clenching it's fist

Waiting for an opportunity to strike
What in this world could be worse than life?
You feel yourself, you know, you're going insane
This cloud that pours down it's rain
Drowns you in more suffocating pain

Pain.
The word makes you smile
Maybe only because its been quite a while since you have
The thought that started so little and so small
Has some how master sized so big and so tall

You fall.
As you take your last breath
smiling now because you finally
Paid your thoughts debt