Stuck

There's no restrictions towards my insanity.
A walking, robotic calamity.
My chest covers my only amenity.
Fucked up tendencies.
Clouding my sensibilities.
Not even sure if I can pay my own utilities.
Lacking all tranquility.
Sadness; my only stability
Depression seems my only activity
Failure seems my only real ability.
My mind wanders inside it's own captivity.