the truth about depression

I'm supposed to write what I feel when I'm upset and this was all I could come up with.

I wish I could show a little bit of what I feel,
I bet you’d be surprised.
Its not the constant pain and torture of the soul,
The other poems lied.
It’s simply the absence of everything,
Every little bit.
It was ripped out quite a while ago now,
Yet here I cry and sit.