Why bother

Working hard for pennies on the dollar.
why bother?
all my hard work makes others more money, they get all the credit, or bonuses.. 
why bother?
i follow the rules, i do my job and i get belittled, spit on, food thrown at me, angry looks and hurtful insults..
why bother?
i am just doing my job, why wouldnt i get blamed for others mistakes. I will apologize as soon as you stop calling me names because of your missing fries..
but why bother?
7 hour shift my self esteem gets smaller and smaller each hour.
i cant go home, why bother?
drying myself off because a douche threw his drink at me because it was wrong, i didnt take your order, i didnt make your drink but sure i will take the blame, i wont correct you, why bother?
half way through my shift i wish i could find a way to hurt myself just to leave.. but why bother?
i walk home to poor to own a car no ise in seeing if i can get one.. why bother?
walking along the road cold, rainy happy with glee i am free from work, thinking i wont go back, why bother?
truck speeds up and splashes in the puddle soaking me, i would throw a rock at his window.. but why bother?
i go home to late fees, no power because i dont make enough i would cry... but why bother.
i walk in my room grab my gun and load it. I should think twice.. but why bother.
raising it to my head. Door open, my clothes driping, my skin sticky, and my soul shattered... i should call someone instead... but why bother..
BAM!!
the gun unlike me never asked why bother.