This won’t be the last time that I write for you
But it may be the first that I don’t know the words for what’s true
I’m angered and saddened, and shocked to the floor
And I don’t know how to talk to you, now you’re not here anymore.
I wish you were here so I could slap your sweet face.
Or hug you, or scold you… But your soul’s been displaced.
And this is a time that I wish I could pray
Or believe in my heart that I could see you some day.
But all I can do is just sob and ask why
You didn’t love you enough to keep giving living a try.
Wesley. I loved you very much. You were a huge part of my coming of age, and the first boy I ever loved. I’m rocked by what you’ve done to yourself, and I’m angry and sad. Sadder than I ever thought possible. I could cry an ocean and still have tears for you. You were a light and a joy to behold, and everyone who knew you couldn’t help but love you. There’s a Wesley sized hole in the world now. You will never be forgotten.