The echoes of crying and banging on the walls fill the building.

The heartbreaking sobs have me wanting the ground to swallow me whole.

The depressed girl asked me to close the door to our already dark bedroom and my eyes watered.

The tired, sad boy walked away from me so that I couldn't see his tears.

My rib cage ached for the girl addicted to chocolate who would knock on the glass door of the office and ask for more.

The boy who cried would leave his phone lying around to remind me to listen to music.

The lonely and the broken souls in that place were the kindest of them all.