The Shard In My Window

I punched my window and it left a crack

Then my brother punched it and it hit him back

It scraped his hands and cut his knuckles

He just wrapped it up and left with chuckles

But I left the crack and let it grow

Every year progress would show

My window is like a spiderweb

When the picture's done we're all dead

The pressure gets to me and my heart explodes

Maybe then I'll wish I sold my soul

Give up happiness for the easy life

Fucking every night cause I'd have paid the price

But no I ain't like that, I'll let the crack grow

No, I ain't like that I won't be a hoe

I'll work for what I want and be respected for it

Rather than tell people to suck my dick

My crack it's growing from the pressure I've built

I'll let it grow and wait until

I need a repair and find my fix

It'll be a girl else I lay in a ditch

But until then the crack lives on

Spreading everywhere as I spit this song

For those inquiring the picture is a painting I did in art where it's a radial design madeup of the shading and tinting of 3 analogous colors. After that I had to draw broken glass on it, which kinda fits with the song I just wrote. This song I'm not super proud of, there's points in it where the rhythm and syllables don't fit each other and it's like trying to mix Mexican and Chinese cooking which is hard to do. But it's got a message that I mean. The crack is meant to be the pressure I have in life. As you pile on more pressure the bigger the crack gets. My brother punching it also is because he bears some of the same burdens as I do. We HATE MY HOUSE. But while my brother lives with it more relaxed I will mourn and sit on it in private. I always prefer to smile in front of others and crying is something saved for private. And then the "When the picture's done we're all dead" is to say that when the stress buildups too much we die. There's those that decide to commit suicide, something I don't agree with but can't blame them sometimes, and there's those that die from a physical stress. The cracks in the window are built by both. It's been shown that mental and physical health correspond with each other. Like when you're depressed you have physical symptoms and when you're sick you show mental instability. Then talking about selling my soul is referencing to how some people prefer to just sit and take the easy life. Things such as rather than going to college you just stay home and fuck whatever moves and have a low pay job you don't work hard in. I don't get how it can be satisfying. Not to say that just because I don't understand it it's wrong though. The last part is the simplest one there is. I'm saying I'm not going to live into a ripe old age alone, I need someone to repair my cracks that have been made in the window.