I never listenThe doctor told me that I need more sunlight.
She said I should get outside more often,
But she doesn't know I've been living my entire life outside the lines.
Th psychic said I need to stop worrying so much.
She told me that the lines in my palms would turn into stress fractures
If I kept pounding my fists against walls I couldn't break.
The chiropractor told me that my skull is too reliant on my spine.
He said I need to learn how to keep my chin up
Because I'm always watching my step, but never looking ahead.
The gambler said that I spend too much time trying to rig the deck.
He told me I have to learn to enjoy playing the game,
But he'd speak differently if he knew it wasn't just cards hiding up my sleeves.
The surgeon told me that I need to spend less time worrying about my insides
And more time numbing the pain.
He tells me that being numb is always better than feeling too much.
The engineer said that I need to let off some steam steam.
He told me there's something wrong with the
Don't take yourself for granted.Never take yourself for granted, Laura.
On a scale from one to ten, a ten is what you are.
One being everything you're not.
When you doubt your will to fight your own mind
Remember that fighting is as pointless as hiding from the truth.
No matter how hard you try, Laura,
You can't hide from your past, but that's okay;
The pain of remembering won't always last like it seems to today.
Laura, You can lose yourself in chemical forgiveness all you want.
You can pretend it doesn't bother you,
But you're not fooling your reflection.
Look me square in the jaw and tell me a lie; tell me you're okay.
Lie to me and I'll do my very best to make it true.
Laura, have you noticed that my eyes are just as sad as yours?
They've been mourning for your broken heart too.
Now when it rains it only pours,
But you'll always have this empty thirst.
So fill up your soul with happiness, Laura.
This life is a prison cell and there's no way out so enjoy your stay.
Be the first to say that you're not okay,
The Best AdviceDear Photographer,
On days when rain is all you can see
It's best to smile about all that you feel
Because you are more than those hurts that beg to disagree.
And when the storm clouds fill the sky
Don't ever let the world pass you by.
Don't think that beauty isn't there just because you can't see through the tears.
Those tears are just a filter for your camera lens.
While it may appear so dark and unclear
With a few adjustments you'll have it all figured out.
So when the picture is far too grey and dark.
Don't cry or pout because you've still shot and hit your mark.
There's still time to turn this reeling world on it's heel.
Just try to be glad about all you can feel,
Even if all you feel is failure
Remember that the most beautiful things are broken.
If you feel words that cannot be spoken
Don't repeat them in your head,
They are not worth being heard,
But sometimes the most hurtful words are those that go unsaid.
So say what's on your mind.
Don't be silent, don't be a b
Too MuchI'm crying hard into your open arms.
You're holding me closer than the sky cradles the stars,
But even the sky lets go.
Even stars fall sometimes and leave behind deep scars.
You don't know how much it hurts
Just to breathe, just to fill my lungs with air or smoke.
Just one sigh is all it takes to suffocate.
My lungs are screaming for life, but all my throat can do is choke.
I am bleeding, rivers are seeping down my skin on their way to the ocean,
The water fall us approaching fast, I can't go back.
The edge is close now, the sweetest end.
I could never take back the hope that I lack.
You don't care anymore. You need a break
From this bullshit and I'd be better off dead.
Please, Love, Kill my memory so you can rest. Go to bed.
Let my coffin be the pillow for your heavy head.
Don't bother to hold me anymore.
Hold your guitar instead. Her voice is beautiful when she cries.
It's not your fault that there are fault lines in my soul
Or cracks in my voice box, but you're the reason there are
Fall AwayI’ve been chewing my nails down to their beds
In hopes that maybe I’ll find the courage to sleep alone;
That maybe I won’t be afraid of the nightmares that
Wear away at my soul like water over rugged sandstone and break my brittle bones.
The pills are eating away at my insides;
Wrapping my heart in silk then dissolving it with their chemical bite,
As if there’s a million tiny spiders living inside me,
Weaving webs inside my head every night.
My heart beat is running circles around the seconds ticking on the clock,
The hands move slowly and I count the minutes on my finger tips.
I’m counting backwards into infinity and it never seems to stop,
Like the softly whispered cries that slip away between my lips.
I hold myself together with tight fists so I won't disintegrate.
I only have a few more hours to go until the darkness melts away into the light.
I close my eyes, giving way to the force of sleeplessness,
My mind surrenders to the night.