I wear a necklace of hope
in my dreams,
Cause i am too weak.
So my wrists
Ring like clumsy church bells
after they are soacked
in that red colored water,
For so long
That they become red too.
So red that they don't look 
like my hands anymore.
They look like
meatless bones.
Without everyone looking,
I secretly touch them,
And i feel relived
from everything that is happening
In my mind.
I started carving the bones
Cause my anxiety is rising
and my sadness too.
My necklace is just
Hanging on my neck,
Cause again i am too weak
To bring it up,
To the sky.