As the weather gets colder; so does my heart

As I don my wool jacket - thats when the doom and gloom starts

My friends turn away as I become nervous

My family seeks help as I tear their spirts down

The spheres that fall white turn my heart black

Black as ebony; only because  of the white snow

The Christmas lights, the holy, and bows only distract me from my woeful abode

Society around me laughs and plays - while I am home, in bed, to stay

Ten hours, twelve hours, maybe even sixteen hours of sleep

Looking for anything; anything at all - to keep the depression from eating me alive