Sam M's "Bullshit" picks a fight with a familiar saying: "out of sight, out of mind." The speaker doesn't just doubt it, they question the reader directly, asking whether you really stop thinking about the person who broke your heart. It doesn't matter who left whom. The result, the poem suggests, is the same.
The speaker describes a common attempt to move on: wiping every trace of an ex from your phone. But there's always one photo, one favorite memory, that turns up months later and hurts all over again. The line "cause yourself pain" is telling, because it implies we do this to ourselves.
The tone is blunt and conversational, with short lines and no polish, which makes it feel like a frank talk with a friend. The title's swearing carries the frustration. The final question is the sharpest: maybe the saying is just a way of lying to yourself that you'll get better. The mood is raw, doubtful, and a little bitter.