The monster

They trew my heart away, in the hands of the next monster. But the monster in my closet never hurt me. It just scared me. But the fear never came true. The fear of this monster did. The monster has a name and the monster has a life just like me. But no sharp teeth just perfect white. The monster didnt scar my body, it didnt make my skin bleed. It scared my soul, it made my heart bleed. For no one to see, only for me to know. Trying to forget was hopeless because memories are impossible to let go of. There just like walls. Once there they make a home, a foundation. Taken away, they leave nothing, no matter how much you have, when walls fall, all becomes worthless. As memories are lost you are left with nothing but emptyness. The only way to let go of them is to find new ones. You can tear down walls, if a few miles away you have got new ones waiting for you. You can let go of memories, when new ones will fill your mind every day. So its fine for the monster to take away your walls, as long as you look it in the eyes and tell it, you dont need them anymore.