The Knife, The Dream, and The Silent Night

This will only be a very short writing coz I see no need to write more than few sentences just to show how much I have been through to this. I just need to write, to subdue those who are currently yelling in my ears, asking me to kill myself.

In this life where people with emotional impair are considered as a mere nuisance, I have surprised myself how I can managed not to slit myself and die. And what made me stop was the fact that I wanted to show everyone that I survived.

This is me, having a bipolar disorder with a tendency of schizophrenic symptoms, with no medications, no friends to understand, and no one that can tell unless I tell them that, I try to survive. This is me, trying to focus typing this message while there are voices screaming, demanding me to die. This is me, and I swear I will survive.