Analysis of thoughts of a depressed man

My mind is ill,
My bodies weak.

I hear these evil voices speak.
Words of venom, full of rage.

Veins of ice, cold like the grave.
Brain decaying,
Im going insane.

I cant handle all this pain.
My mind runs fast,
But my reactions are slow.
Fallen victim to a villainous society.
Holes poked in my inner most sanctity.

I cry,
And bleed,
And scrape.

But the voices say this is my fate.
I try to run,
But im surrounded by hate,
Fallen victim to this pain, so great.

I cry, cry out of desperation.
I bleed, bleed to show the pain is real, not fake.
I scrape, scrape to show that I wont let depression seal my fate.