Swing of Memory

Back and forth,
"I'm swinging" she says.
Alone in the dark,
Her seat not at rest.
Crying and scared,
Her thoughts not about
But the truth that is laid
Through the door in and out.
She wants to survive,
But his presence is near.
The cutting she thrives,
Her end is now here.
Never afraid,
But welcoming death .
Happiness and laughter,
She wishes no breath.