Anxiety; if you know the words, sing along.

Click. click. click. clack.
and the rain, it poured on the windows.
click. clack. click. clack.
the sound became louder,
her teeth began to chatter.

tick. tick. tick. tock.
the sound from the clock,
joined in the symphony.
the noises were driving her crazy.
anxiety, depression,
it was the music that filled her ears.

beating herself to fall asleep,
tossing turning, it joins in with the beat.
pulling her hair,
even counting sheep.
head under pillow,
just another night of the same limbo.
she shuts her eyes,
faces haunt her.

the blood on his face,
the cuts on her wrists.
the sound of his voice whispering in the air.
"I will come back for you.."
it played over and over.
the murderer, the torturer,
making reality a nightmare.
the scenes that she witnessed left her in trauma.
the night the maniac murdered her poor mama.

far from sane,
yet not completely crazy.
she was always very quiet,
a sweet and fragile girl.
but how could she bear it?
life will never be easy.

tonight shouldnt be any different,
but different it was.
the birthday of the death,
just another reminder of her loss.
will tonight be the night?
the night the psycho killer, whose running free
comes for the remainder.

waiting is all she could do,
but now it will be the end.

she jumped out of bed,
ran to the basement.
she looked for the rope,
she even kept replacements.
she tied the noose with excitement,
with the thought of being reunited with her family.
she put it around her neck, and let her body hang free.

an action so shocking for a girl so sweet,
the quiet one, the smart one,
but it was expected.

and this was the night,
that she truly went crazy.