Welcoming Insanity

Sometimes I wish I could hear voices
Maybe then I wouldn't feel so lonely
My inability could be written off
As sickness
I'd be a pathetic mess, as I am now
Only, then I'd have an excuse

I could live my life blissfully unaware
Of the outside world
All demands upon me would be erased
I'd die haunted and controlled
But happily submissive
Too lost, too dumb
To know anything better