Voices

I ran as the voices in my head grew louder, making it hard to hear and breath. I ran in a stall in the bathroom, grabbing my head and crying. The walls felt like they were closing in on me, and the ceiling was coming down. I was losing it. The voices were getting louder. They were screaming at me.

Telling me that I will never make it, and I will never measure up. That I’m not loved and that I should just die. No one would care, and it would be better that way.