One third of a litre later I snuck out of the door.
Shut it quite firmly, I turned and walked quite briskly.
With no purpose, nor intention, my motivation was my inability to cope with crap any more.
And I sat, where people crap, and grasped my head with my claws,
And pulled, and picked, and sobbed, and kicked, and collapsed upon the floor.
I turned my phone to silent.
I turned my phone completely off.
It didn’t matter who you were,
I didn’t care. I’d had enough.
And the box upon the form that asks if you’ve had these thoughts before,
I tick yes, and process the thought that if I wandered I doubt I’d not come back any more.