The fuck did I just take?

On the line sorting boxes,feeling boxed in and hostile to everyone around me.

I needed help with my depression and ADHD but now I'm starting to think I messed up big time.

Sounds from the door down the hall that's locked at all times. Holding ammo as I begin to think off all the ways I could put it to use.

On,the sales floor I'm day dreaming while customers try to get my attention. As my boss comes to bitch about my speed I grit my teeth and ignore him.

Meet him again at the compactor with the disire to toss his ass in and shut the door. Smash his head in with the pipe leaning against the wall.

He sees me muttering to myself I walk off without a word. Staring at a can label for three minutes when it's home is right in front of me.

Home is where my sanity is not this retail prison. The hours go on and on without end and I'm close to reaching mine.

On the way out I pass the rifle cases and I'm prepared to over power the guy watching over it to get to one.

Put the barrel to my head and pull the trigger of Salvation. Before I know it I'm at my car.I go into the glove department and toss the pill bottle out the window and peel out.

Seriously What the fuck?!