Sitting in Self Loathing

Your five nine
But what does that look inside?
A dead beat piece of shit
Depression came and went
Never know how you feel
When did it turn to bullshit
When you broke over a deal
So much shit has came from your lips
Nothing ever made any fucking sense
Kill yourself you dumb fucking cunt
Let your soul rest before the year's up
You know what you do
And you've always seen it through
This will never be the final fuck you