I wish you the worst, But not in the way you might think. Not flames or ruin, not storms to drown in No, I wish you the weight of your own choices.

I wish you the nights I’ve known: Alone with silence, Where your thoughts turn sharp enough To carve truths you can’t unsee.

I wish you the reflection Of every word you ever wielded Like a weapon Echoing, louder than your pride.

I wish you the burden Of seeing the faces you scarred, The cracks you made in others' walls, And knowing you can never rebuild.

I wish you the lessons That only come from breaking. The kind that rip you raw, Until there’s nothing left but truth.

And after the worst, When the fire you lit has turned cold, I wish you the strength to sift through the ashes, And find the person you buried long ago.

Because in the end, I don’t want you destroyed I want you changed.