Times Like This

Its times like this,
When I realize im standing in the middle of an abyss
Hurt and pain dwell on my mind
And my life is in jeapordy
Is it the fact that i dont wanna kill myself personally or the fact i dont wanna know im doing it?
Sometimes all i wanna do is cut untill there is no more space.
And i can cover everywhere but ny face,
So my face is about the only place not covered in the ratchet scars.
They cover my legs,my arms, my hands and everywhere else nobody can see.
Its a sea of scars. My body just happends to be the sand the sea lies upon.
Maybe today will be the end? Just maybe..