I wish I wouldn't think too much
wish those negative thoughts would stop washing over me
making me a worrisome little light flickering unrhythmically in the vast darkness of oblivion

I wish I wasn't so harsh on myself
wish those criticisms would stop attacking me in the compounds of my now wilting garden
making me a bleeding hot mess crying from the cuts of the thorns running through the bushes

I wish I wasn't so cruel to myself
wish those piercing remarks of how everything I touch would turn to dust sooner or later
making me a fragile little curled up ball looking at my dreams through the bars of my own cage

Would just go away and leave me alone