I have no title for this

Low self esteem,morbidly obese
don't give a fuck,my mortal soul i shall release
yall know i pop pills
yall know i seek thrills
yall know how i feel
lord forgive me for all this
lord forgive me for my self pity
lord forgive me for being so weak
lord forgive my tounge for wickedness it speaks
i miss my mama,i miss my granny,i miss my grandpa
i miss my uncle,i miss my friends
all the above are deceased at peace
i'll miss them all till my end
i can't seem to let go of the past
i can't get off my fat ass
too occupied with feeling sorry for myself
i don't care,i don't give a damn 'bout myself
damn myself
must be a mental block that's got me stuck livin' in my past
must be i'm full of shit
feeling like this breath may be my last
seem's like yesterday it was 1989
back then everything was all so very fine
not a worry,not a care
lookin' at pictures from then
some worn with tears
1990-91,that was my favorite time
i had so much damn fun
i think i had too much fun
i took advantage of family & friends
i said and did alot of devious shit
the evil i committed lord forgive me my sinz
i regret it all
every last thing
i regret it all