STAND UP LiTTLE GiRL. BROKEN HEARTS CAN'T HURT THAT BAD.

THE HURT SHE CAN'T HANDLE OVERFLOWS TO A KNiFE. SHE WRiTES ON HER ARM, WANTS TO GiVE UP HER LiFE.

JUST GO PLEASE. BECAUSE REALLY..i'M TiRED OF HEARiNG HOW EVERYTHiNG iN YOUR LiFE iSN'T GOOD ENOUGH.

iNCLUDiNG ME.

BABY ;;

iT'S SAD TO SAY, BUT YOU WERE RiGHT TO FiND YOUR WAY OUT OF MY LiFE.

&& i NEED YOUR HELP, SO i'M LETTiNG GO.

THERE ARE DAYS WHEN i'M NOT OKAY.

DOCTOR, DOCTOR ;;

WHY AM i HERE? i KNOW THiS THiNG i'VE DONE iS BAD..BUT iS THiS REALLY NECESSARY? i PROMiSE i WON'T HURT ANYBODY. JUST MYSELF.

&& DARLiNG YOU WRiTE SUCH PRETTY WORDS. BUT TOO BAD FOR YOU THAT LiFE iS NO STORY BOOK.

WHEN DEATH COMES KNOCKiNG ON YOUR DOOR, YOU GO HiDE iN THE CORNER ;; WHiLE i RUN TO GREET iT.

MY HEART iS BROKEN. i'M LYiNG HERE ;; && MY THOUGHTS ARE CHOKiNG ON YOU MY DEAR.

-AVRiL LAViGNE.