Martyrs.

It’s hard to be writing this.

Have you ever watched the movie Martyrs? If not so, it isn’t really relevant. I’ll just explain a short scene. In this, there’s a image seen hanging on the wall. Then a woman proceeds to explain. The photo is of a man who suffered a car accident. In the time the picture was taken, he was still alive and with his whole body shattered by the engines of his own car. He was also the only survivor and was stuck. And he stayed there for long, long hours in this deserted road.

That’s how I feel mentally.
And my ambulance is never coming.

And if it does, I don’t have the strenght to think what’s happening next. But my “body” surely will never be the same, right?