The art of depression

I'm out of breath,
Ive bled every last drop,
Ive fallen so many times,
I'm finding it hard to stop.
to many times,
my tears hit the floor,
and every bone in my body is aching,
so sore.
deep down inside,
the beast is still feeding,
on my emotions,
deep down,
I'm still bleeding.
my flesh is my armor,
now so frail and tattered,
my flesh is the canvas,
now so bruised and battered.