With Every Move I Die Poem by Kenny Titus

Here I'm writing again alone..
In my room so cold making me tremble to my bone..
The feeling i get with this cold wind..
Is so hard for me to get rid..
Is it supposed to be me?
Coz its difficult is what i see..
The water is at its brink..
Its so hard and freezed for me to drink..
Don't know till when i need to take this on..
I feel my breath already gone..
This needs to end soon..
Or it won't be a happy ending boon..
As i sit down at a corner..
In my eyes those were tears that felt warmer..
I'm struggling to make through the night..
There's no one i know who comes in my sight..
Everything is dark and dingy around..
I feel myself forever bound..
I'm mocked by the passing dark figures as i lie..
I feel like with every move i die..