> a broken heart

Social media is great at disguising the truth.

Kinda like if I were a DJ but instead of everyone seeing me, I’d be hiding behind the booth.

You see a happy family because I posted it.

The facts? Oh no the picture transposes it.

Get it? Encoded a bit.

I started off laterally but ended on the horizon.

Oops, someone sound the siren, I can feel his grip tighten.

Well atleast then I have an excuse to be numbed by one.

Don’t let that last line pass you!

But yet I’m the one being judged by his words.

What can I do?

So I just lay outside in the dark with all these bruises, and stare at the belt of Orion.

This isn’t such a picture perfect world after all.

Everyone wonders where the depression comes from but I don’t talk.

“Don’t be crazy, pick yourself up, we all fall”

They say this not knowing it ment literally for me.

Is it really worth it?

You get the perfect picture but my words are extorted!

Don’t speak on me when you have no idea what I’ve been through.

Blush and foundation can hide the distorted but can it hide tears when I had to abort it?

The relationship that is..

Then I run right back to it.

But enough about me,

How’s your day going?

That’s really great to see.

You have a beautiful family..

This poem = shorted.

-B.M.O.