Bruises he hid
Punches he got
Every sunny day was black and grey
No arms that can hold him
So screaming under the water was all he did.

Love wasn't his
But quite,crying and falling was always in him
So fragile
So innocent
So sweet yet bitterness surrounded him.

"Help!" He shouted
But the slap,the fire and the redness
was way louder until nobody dare to listen.
He wished he could become a man
But he was just living in a can of beer
And he already surrounded by fear
So he took one last step
He jumped from above
With tears that were already clear.