A black mood

That feeling, the overwhelming darkness creeping, the feeling of freshly sharpened nails attached to long slender fingers closing in around your throat.
Being sad or depressed, or grieving, it all gives off the same feeling. Pure, overwhelming black. A black mood some would say.
For me, it comes and goes. Some days I’ll be fine, smiling, laughing, happy. And the very next I can’t find the same joy I did the day before. Repeating the same monotonous tasks day in and day out. I’m too young to feel the way I do. Or so that’s what people tell me. I have my whole life ahead of me, they say, but what’s that life without purpose or light? What’s a life if it’s shrouded in darkness? Just something for me to think about I guess.