Then there's also the song by Creed called "One Last Breath." That's one that makes me sob every time I try to sing it: "Please come now, I think I'm falling, holding on to what I think is safe..... I yelled back when I heard thunder, but I'm down to one last breath, and with it let me say: hold me now, I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking -- maybe six feet ain't so far down..." It seems like I can ALWAYS relate. Six feet doesn't seem very far. Creed also has a song about a girl who's been sexually assaulted, called "Wash Away Those Years". I remember the first time I heard it. My whole body went numb. It still goes numb, then gets hit by this searing pain: "she whispers softly to tell her story about how she had been robbed."
I WAS ROBBED! I WAS ROOOOOBBBBBEEEED! I was robbed of my innocence! I was robbed of the childhood I was supposed to be able to have! I was robbed of my trusting nature! I was robbed of my security, my sense of self, my confidence... I was robbed, and the perpetrator will never see justice. That infuriates me to no end.
I have been torn, I have been robbed, and six feet doesn't seem so far down right now.