Trapped Room - Poem

Visualize Mitch,
Sitting in a room,
With mad junk.
Stairing at the walls,
Like what you looking at punk.
He breaks down in tears,
He fears,
Hes gonna live in this room,
For many years.
His fan,
Blowing into his eyes,
He crys,
I hate my life!
He see everyone happy and joyful,
He crys,
Because all those people he disspys.
He trys to kill himself,
Which hes not wise.
He grabs his neck,
He cant let go,
He plays blow 4 blow,
With himself,
He cant breath,
To much stress,
Now we put his body to rest.
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His soul demented by Evil,
His parents saying,
We should of believed you.
Screaming pain,
"By kingdom come"
The walls are bleeding,
"We should run"
His parents stay,
While the room collapses.
They got nothing to lose,
They didn't pay there taxes.
The walls cave in,
There bones turns to ashes,
10 minutes passes.
Time goes slow,
They see there sons soul,
His mom screaming
"Baby don't let me go!"
He fades in a white glare,
People outside the building,
Wait and stare,
A sound of thunder
Comes out of no where,
It begins to rain,
His mothers fallen tears,
People saying,
"It appears, that there at peace"
You don't have to have a belief,
To know there,
Fa less.