It hurts

Hey dad, do you remember that new student of mom’s?
He sometimes pays a visit, always when you’re gone
Once I felt like they wanted me to leave them two alone
Did mom tell you what I saw when I went upstairs?!

It hurts
I feel so alone

I washed away her black tears dried on my white pillow
And so the perfume that the sheets had stolen from her
The scar left by her cigarette on the back of my hand
The harder I scratch, the longer it will last


There is a kind of grief we can only face in loneliness; a kind of loneliness originating from grief itself; both grief and loneliness being simultaneously cause and effect of anger, in turn feeding grief and loneliness into a downward spiral.


Fabio Scagliola,