Dear Sylvia,

You should have left for a week
or 3 months, maybe a year
You should have save yourself
alone, only alone you could have stay
alive.
They were too noisy for you
They were sick
They were happy
They needed, wanted you
It was too much, i bet waking up was too much
You couldnt do it
Not even for yourself
Look, he cheated, humiliated you
i would have told you to run run
run away for your life
But you stayed
Played the saint
They made a mess of you
They didnt pick up the pieces
You killed yourself
And im sorry to say
You didnt miss anything
Things were bad now they're worse
You're f ine Sylvia youre fine