A Psychotic Tour Of My Madness.

Screaming.

I roll over and sigh for the hundredth time tonight.

The girl is screaming again.

I thought, as I stick my face into my pillow.

Why can't she sleep anymore?

I sobbed. I took my key and grabbed the small porcelain girl. I opened the box and placed her inside.

"I am not ready to heal you just yet, please, come back again in a few years." I said

The girl nodded.

"When you fix me, you fix yourself." She said.

She looked up at me with her big brown eyes full of the pain I consider to not be my own.

I closed the lid and locked the box.

-"I know..."