Broken Men and Makeup

Sunlight was pouring down from above
illuminating the world around us.

You saw the brightness, 
signifying the hope you buried within,
I saw nothing but darkness,
destroying what I had felt.

It was like being caught up in a rainstorm,
but being the single person who gets soaked.
The times where it storms so terrible,
it leaves your life in shambles.

You didn't care about my inner storm,
as long as you still looked gorgeous.

I just kept falling further and further,
as you stood to adjust your makeup.

Women like you don't deserve men like me.
We are like wine that you put on display,
but never show what is beneath the surface,
fearing that it would be shameful for others to see.

I guess broken men should just gather up,
and apply makeup to hide our blemishes.

Should it be all better then, right?