Just Disappear

I thought that as each year goes by I would grow stronger.

I thought that I could leave the bad habit in the past.

Unfortunately...

I only grew weaker, Its gotten to the point that every little thing gets to me.

but the pain is easier to think about, it's just one compared to the many things.

So...

the razor gently slides across my skin, the thought of everything just disappears...

I only wish that I could.