He killed me, but I didn't die

He killed me, but I didn't die

He broke me, but I am not broken

I lay down fragments of myself in a form that not everyone is able to comprehend

I chose to camouflage in an amorphous form

It tears me up and drives me crazy

I chose to scream silently

Do not ask how it was

I'm somewhere between the alphabet dancing with the smudge of complexity

Every sheet and drop of ink carries the weight of a mountain

Do not ask how that makes sense

If your comprehension doesn't hum in the same tune, you won't understand it

Shall I call him a killer or boon giver?