What do you think of this short story i wrote?

today is cold. fall is slowly ending, morphing into winter. the leaves on the crippling trees have fallen to the ground and blown away in the wind. there's nothing left of them now. its sad actually. every year the leaves fall. they die and are taken somewhere foreign to them. then they are replaced. such a cruel thing for something that never did anything wrong. they grew when they were supposed to, they changed colors when they were supposed to, they fell off the limbs of their home, one by one. crumpling under the footsteps of the perbys. its a sad thing. walking past a leafless tree is a girl. by looking at her you wouldn't see the hardships she's been through. she feels as if shes drowing. everything is taking her under the waves of a storming ocean. lies. everybody told her the ocean would be calm. lies. she is pulled under forcefully until its almost comfortable, then she's filled with a strenth that pushes her back above the thrusting waves, then as unfair as it may seem, she is thrown back under the water, having to readjust to the pain in her wilting lungs. it hurts. she did everything she was told to do, just like the leaves. and just like the leaves she was crumpled into little pieces. soon to be swept away in the vigorous wind. walking into a very presentable two story, white, and flowertrimmed house she has almost reached her destination. slowly, but delibertly climbing the stairs to an isolated room she reaches unde