Analysis of The Addictive Choice

It all went to hell,
and I stayed still.
They say vent it out,
It’ll start to get loud.
Their words are right,
my brain is getting tight.
But i stick to my choice,
I don’t want to hear my voice.
The words won’t matter anymore.
It won’t change the broken vase on the floor,
nor the hot coffee that I used to pour.
It will only fill the undying curiosity,
will never get my heart being dusty.
I’ll stick to my choice,
I don’t want to hear my voice.
I’ll lock them safe in my chain,
make sure no one grasps the pain,
nor see the tears that wants to rain,
Soaking my cloth and forced for a strip,
to be an open book for them to rip.
I’m stuck in my choice,
I can’t hear my voice.
It’s better to be under that claim,
than searching for anyone to blame.
My silence pill was easy to swallow.
I am trapped in the dark shallow.