Metaphor of problems

I come home and break, but that's the story of my life, i guess. I found the perfect metaphor for it though...

It's all stuff that's been piling up for years, and i just wish i could forget but i can't. It piles up in my closet while i look the other way.

Once n a while i open it but it all fall out and all i can do is pile it back and look away as it grows again.

It's a metaphoric closet with a bunch of memories, dead bodies, and shattered pieces of my heart and so many lies inside.

How do i banish it? i'm trying and failing.... because you can't forget memories....you can pretend it's not there but at the end of the day, you lie down alone on the couch and see the door.

But what happens if you thought you moved on.... but then, something happens and suddenly everything just a reminder. What if someone for example, pointed out everything that had changed about you since they were close to you.... everything you'd changed to escape the memory of them and the person you were with them, so suddenly every time you look in the mirror all you can do is see the person you're not anymore. Because you're lying to yourself and trying to pretend that this is you when you know the person you were with them was who you were. and all you can think about is the memories with them.