My voice doesn't seem to work

I've lost all sense of sound

when I think to think of you

my heart goes to the ground

Longing lost in loathing

myself I cannot stand

and when I even dream of times

we spent I swallow sand

Forget me I must forget you

though not by my accord

this song I play

soft straight away

to angels cry discord

Another chance I thought I'd try

but evil lurks in doubts

so when I tried to best it I

forgot that loss too spouts

Up from the ground the loosed soil

reaper in the dirt

A death toll counts and I was foiled

weeping this excerpt

An ending total deaths I count

one nay two has dived

my voice once merry now is lost

and mourning has arrived

People tell me,

"I wish I were as smart as you."

No you don't.

I wish I were stupid.

I long for it,

I crave it,

The way an addict craves their drug.

The sweet bliss of ignorance,

The peace of inane life,

Would be glorious

Compared to this cursed cognizance.

When you know you're smart,

You work your hardest.

You poor yourself

Into your work

Because you know you can do it.

And when you come up short,

They sigh and say,

"You're too smart for this."

So you keep trying,

Keep pushing and pushing

But never quite reaching perfection.

Eventually, you give up.

Give up, because 

You'll never, ever

Be enough.

It's better to be stupid

Then to always come up short.