The Surface - Suffocate for Fuck Sake

From being home alone with my siblings, we sometimes stayed at our dad‘s home

who‘s met someone new, and then back with our mom.

That period is really dizzy

when I think back about it.

But I know that this is where the anxiety start,

and I felt that there is something wrong with the drinking, and with alcohol.

I was very ashamed and when she started to disappear in the evenings …

at that time you didn‘t have cellphones, only your home phone.

So,

when it rang and someon was looking for my mother, I always said like «…no

she is in th shower, she is in the bath, she is out shopping».

I became her

defense lawyer and I always protected her so I did not have to tell anyone

Thou, apart from being ashamed to death is that I liked the idea of that other

people thought my mother always was funny, always fun-loving and perky.

In that way, I kind of could keep that picture of her somewhere if you didn‘t

«out» her.

So, the surface was always perfect, but inside everything was a mess

A velvet life on the outside

We switch roles

A husk of a mother

Crawling down a pitch black hole

You pray for forgiveness

And laughs it off

Alone in the window

Will you come home?