In the spirit of #freekesha, I thought I’d come up with another song interpretation post that spins around the theme sexual abuse. This is the song Torn by Natalie Imbruglia and how I see it.
I thought, I saw a man brought to life
He was warm, he came around and he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry
The man mentioned here is no stranger to the woman. This man is someone close, a lover or a family, even, and she saw him as a man she trust enough to teach her things about life.
Well, you couldn’t be that man I adored
You don’t seem to know
Seem to care what your heart is for
But I don’t know him anymore
Which is why she is in a denial when something terrible happened. The man that she adored suddenly turned into a man who uses what he has for all the wrong reasons, and she realizes she no longer know who that man is.
There’s nothing where he used to lie
The conversation has run dry
That’s what’s going on
Nothing’s fine, I’m torn
This can be interpreted as literal empty bed, or a man who loses the warm soul and turns into an empty heartless shell that she thinks he is. She becomes unaware of who he is, and the happiness in the past is nothing but little conversation now. She’s not okay.
I’m all out of faith
This is how I feel
I’m cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
She no longer trust the man, and this can be interpreted as the moment where she becomes the victim to the sexual abuse, which is shown by the verse cold and ashamed, lying naked on the floor. The man she loves uses her for sexual pleasure that she gives no consent of whatsoever.
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I’m wide awake and I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You’re a little late, I’m already torn
She denies the rape, of course, and she wishes for everything to be nothing but a dream where everything will be okay again once she opens her eyes, but alas, the truth is the truth, and she can’t change the fact that she is, in fact, a rape victim. When she asks for help, it is already too late, because she is already pieces of rough edged puzzle that doesn’t fit with one another anymore.
I remember interpreting that when I was mere thirteen or fourteen, and my view has not changed even once about the song. I can not bother to look for the real interpretation, and I don’t think I can ever see the verse lying naked on the floor without thinking it’s a song about rape.
What happened to Ke$ha is an unfortunate event, and in a way I am glad that it is publicized, because now we all know the entertainment life isn’t the prettiest world, and I am happy that she tried to defend herself instead of cowering in fear inside her room. I am proud that she chose to tell and let everyone see that she is not becoming a victim forever, that she will be a survivor and leave a ton lighter with the burden off her shoulder. She deserves the applaud that everyone has to offer, and she deserves to feel accomplished and better for deciding to do something about it.
Now all we need to do is free her and let her walk away as a survivor with repaired pair of wings flapping on her chain-free back.
Here’s to all rape victims in the world.
Tell someone, it gets better.