Wet Paint

I'm trying my best to not let it win
In a place where it's quiet and empty
I'll let myself think
Ignore the ants piling at the crumbs
In hopes that I might win

But it isn't easy to get rid of these terrible feelings
It's like trying to kill myself
It's something that I need as much as I don't really need it
I don't really have a choice

I'm trying my best but I still can't win
I guess it's okay that I'll live like this
The only thing that I need
The only thing that I have
I'll scrape you off of my skin
You won't be missed