Voices

I hear voices fade in and out.
I do not understand them.
When I try to speak,
The owners of the voices hurt me.
People hate me,
For my voice.
I stay silent,
Silent as night,
Yet, night is not silent.
So what is?
Just me?
The voices come in clearer.
\"Stupid girl\" they say.
\"Retard\"
I soon grow unfeeling,
numbed.
I take each insult,
each hit,
Unmoved.
No tears fall from my eyes,
For there are no tears,
no sadness.
Only hate.
Bitter hate.
A knife finds its way into my steady yet trembling hand.
Soon,
Blood fills my vision.
As I look upon their lifeless bodies,
I think,
Was I any better?