I didn't want to give you the pleasure,
but I think you broke me.

[How do you break someone?]

My brain is drowned in fear,
I fear getting out of this cage called security.

[How does it feel to be broken?]

I was an art form, I was unique,
the way your touch invaded my space-
and kept my silent.

[How does one stay silent when it's being tortured?]

You gave me attention in all the wrong places.
I thought I wanted it and that I deserved it.

[silence]

Now, I can't let anyone in,
they are going to use me as a brush,
painting in my canvas without my invitation.

[I'm still silent... Why?]