i walk these halls everyday not a single day goes by in silence

everyones faces are burry as they rush by 

never taking the time to notice those around them in need of help 

always blinded by their electronics 

they cant see those around them suffering

no one does anything 

but thats ok 

for judgement will come one way or another 

but for now the outcasts will do 

"do you need a friend? for if so take my hand"