ʙᴀʜ, ʙᴀʜ, ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ sʜᴇᴇᴘ🐑 (MarkYong) [SLOW UPDATES]

一: Taunting

Fag!

You're so worthless!

No one is ever going to love you!

Just kill yourself!

Why are you so damn useless?!

I close my eyes, covering my ears even though the voices are in my head and heart. They repeat like clockwork, and I have to struggle to fight them everyday.

No mount of pills and therapy helps, it just makes me feel more like an outcast. No one else has to take pills, no one else has to deal with these voice, so why should I?

What did I do to deserve this? To suffer every waking hour of every single day? I don't know what I did, but I guess it was pretty bad if it warranted a life like this.

"Mark, the food is going to get cold." Mom says, knocking on my door.

She's always been there for me, but she doesn't understand this. She doesn't understand me. And I guess I should be thankful that she still thinks I'm her darling little son, but it doesn't always make it easier on either of us.

"Go ahead and eat without me, I'll be down in a little bit." I call out, hearing a small and muffled 'okay.' in response.

The voices repeat again and again, slurs and insults coming from every direction as I pull my knees to my chest.

I just wish it would stop already. I wish the voices would just cease, that they would vanish and never come back.

I wish my friends would come back, but no one wants to be friends with the 'crazy' kid. But what's new?

Salt water stings my cheeks, and I don't bother to wipe away my tears, I'm used to this. To feeling worthless and crying in my room, away from everyone else.

It just repeats day in, and day out.

And so does the taunting.