I'm doing this because no one else would,
I understand that no one would actually make time from their busy life to write me something,
And that's fine.
That's why I'm here.
This is for you.
This is for you.

Let me be positive and start with saying that I appreciate you,
Mainly because I think no one else has been to you.
Know that if you ever felt no one counted how many nights you've stayed up late just to do something you love, I did.
65, ever since you knew that there was still life past 12.
If you ever thought that no one else sees how envy and doubt has been on your shoulders ever since you met them 7 years ago, I saw them.
And they are getting bigger than you are.
Sometimes it makes me wonder how you keep your shoulders straight.
If you ever thought that no one bothered to ask what you said, I would.
If you ever thought no one saw how you've been trying to avoid suicide 5 years ago, I did.
I heard his knocks when you stayed up late at night 57.

You've been trying to speak more, to talk more to people
Some have heard you, some haven't.
But there's something in being silent that excites you,
people around you fill you up with stories of you coming from their mouths
and you enjoy it.
Story #1,
You are a mysterious silent man who has been through too many heartbreaks.
Story #5,
You are a man who loves too much and is not loved back.
Story #15,
You are a boy trying to find love in the most silent way possible.
Story #19,
You are a boy who writes poems to himself.

I hope you remember how to be happy.
I hope you remember how it felt carrying nothing but toys and joy instead of doubts and anxiety.
You haven't held a knife to cut yourself, to draw a wound on your arm and hope some of the sadness would just bleed out of you,
But somehow you have cut yourself out of you and forgot who you were 10 years ago.

Please remember that you are an imperfection meant to be loved  
Don't let every mirror be a mockery of your skin, height, or face.
Don't let your eyes mock yourself,
For those eyes, they have seen stars and fireflies,
And eyes that won't love them back.

Do not forget to keep writing,
For words are not birthday candles waiting to be blown by a whispered wish.

I'm doing this for the first and last time,
I'm doing this because no one else will.

Happy birthday.