Dear Sylvia,
I know how it felt
To drown in your own skin,
To have your own heart throw a coup
Against the rationales of the mind.
I know what it is like
To feel nothing
And everything.
I know how it feels
To want to look into the mouth of hell
And to kiss it,
Inhale all its horrors
If that meant to quiet the chaos within.
Dear Sylvia
Dear Sylvia
I know your heart
Because it is mine.
Dear Sylvia
Dear Sylvia
I taste your tears
I kiss your wounds
They taste of familiarity
For they are my own.

— Dear Sylvia….I am sorry the world failed you