Picture perfect

What seemed like a perfect day, a perfect smile
Is the biggest liar
Because the ragging storm inside my heart couldn't be more real
I stumbled once again, in the middle of life that should be fine
Alone, nursing my battered heart, trying so hard not to be found
But here I am, dragging my feet to be home, to show that everything is picture perfect.
Because even if today my world end with a bitter goodbye, the sun will come again tomorrow, without so much time to grieve
For dreams that killed again and again, for hope that left wilted among the scattered dreams.

A freestyle poem about how life often seems fine but not the one who alive within ~photos is mine