After being forgotten and left on top of a car, you feel worthless, unloved and taken for granted.

Tears form in your eyes when the car engine starts. You’re betrayed by those you love most. The fall off the roof of the car doesn’t hurt as much as that.

Lying on the gravel and dirt with your insides sprawled across the road becomes your meaning in life. Ultimate abandonment defines you, and the scars of your wounds only serve as a reminder of how unworthy you are.

Darkness covers your world, another adequate reminder. The dirt becomes mud as more and more tears try to express your hurt.

Blinding headlights only symbolise fading warmth. They all go away.
So, why haven’t these ones?
Could it be? Yes it could!
Those who left me have come back!
I’m saved!