To My Sister Letter #2 Sylvia, you did this I believe you, you were here But I still think that you are In someplace not unlike my own I believe you, Sylvia, They have their doubts But they don't get it They simply can't understand Sylvia, you are my sister I know we've never met But we could have and I still Would have loved you, I would have still loved you. Sylvia you can't say that you never made it Because I know that you did, You made it as far as you could go Thirty-one is amazing when it comes to us. And if I live until thirty-one, Sylvia, It would make us sixty-two We would have made it, understand we can I know you Sylvia, I get it And I believe you. If you were beside me, Sylvia I would have the courage To do it with you. But that isn't what you'd want There was nothing that you wanted Yet you needed a lot And it became too late, I get it I get why you're not here But Sylvia, there's our difference, That's our difference Come back, live a little And we'll write a novel of the truth Of our truth, the modern Bell Jar If you belive me, and I believe you, Then we'll go down screaming together, A full attack on cruelty Then they might know what it is Maybe once we crack and gush Into the concrete... They'll belive us. It has to be true.