Creation of a product
May be good
And may be bad
Creating a product to help me stay alive
End up pining me down every night

Reflecting on the quality of mind
Tangling wires form inside
Twisting left and right
That makes me wild inside
Can't control the pain inside
Like being stab with thousands of knife

I look around me
Feeling the coldness
As tears drop one by one
Like blood oozing out off a broken wound
Thinking whether I worth to live