Ever since you found him, brought him up, tried to make him someone you wanted him to be, he has always found a way to go against you. He's always thrown stones at the stained glass you carefully pieced together to form such a beautiful boy. He's always spray painted the walls of the cathedral you built to honor such a beautiful boy. He's always soiled the canvas you were painting on when you made such a beautiful boy.
There is no more beautiful boy.
Your golden boy is gone.
I'm so sorry that he cut off his own fingers just to keep from holding your hand. I'm so sorry that he broke his own nose just to keep from smelling the flowers you brought him. I'm so sorry that he knocked his own teeth out just to keep from saying he loved you.