Seasons of depression

I sit in my room I look out the window as the leaves began to fall a sense of warmth and autumn I feel alone the trees now lay bare no colors of red and yellow a cold breeze passes by there lays winter, I feel alone music to my ears of laughter and happiness as the talk of Santa and old man winter leaves houses of my family even  next door neighbors, will I could I eventually get the chance to experience that kind of laughter being alone is no easy task no easy fixture maybe one day i could get over these changing seasons of depression and feel that feeling others have when I go through season depression.