He stared at the ground in horror, looking at what he'd done. The knife in his hand dripped blood, each drop that hit the ground rang out a voice teling him he couldn't do it. That he never would.
He backed against the wall and collapsed. He put his arms around his head,
"Stop it! You're wrong!" he cried
'you're not good enough" they whispered
'be more like your brother' they told him
'Just give up!" they screamed
These words chased him day by day. He clawed at his scalp, the body lying on the floor in front of him daring to face the world.
'You can't do it' they all said, until he started to believe it.
He took the knife and with one last "I'm sorry", he shut the voices out forever.

Be careful what you say, you never know what it can do.