These are my diary entries.

Memories I would rather forget; memories that have grown to become the thorns inside me.

Thorns that prick and harass others who try to help me.

Thorns that have now grown to become a thorn tree and holds darkness inside me.

There’s no comfortable place for anyone to stay and rest.

I know that but…

I just wish someone would try to save from the sadness inside.

Before it swallows me whole.