I'm not done with you yet

This may sound like many blogs that I have written before or perhaps just the opposite. I don't know how revealing it will be, but I will try to hide behind my words enough so that I can express myself but stay away in the corner.

It's like a hardcore song. Yelling and screaming I beat myself red. It's like I am standing in this room. I stand in one corner and the demon in the other. Then the music begins. The heads fly aimelessly in the air, then I look up. The room is empty. So I wait in despiration. Then he shows up; not alone. There are so many, they are all around me. I can't do anything but curl up in the corner. Dark, but not alone. Yet I feel so alone and so cold, my heart is racing. Then they pick me up and throw me round the room. Battered and bruised. Hurt and destroyed with all dignity lost I look up as silence takes back the room. Where are they? There is only one and as he waves goodbye I am sickened at what is left behind.

What do I do as he waves goodbye with that smirk upon his face? The last question that rolls in my mind. This times different. I am left with the question, but why not the depression that I should face? Do I just feel numb? I don't know what to feel but I know that I have a second chance to flex my muscles. I will have another and another after that, but I wish it would end. I want to stop the dance.