This is my place

As the swing rises and falls
I feel a tranquility get rid of it all
all the pain and self loathing I keep locked up inside
all the scars on my arms I wear long sleeves to hide
I feel the fresh air rushing at my face
I can think far more clearly,
This is my place.
Swinging all alone on my quiet little park
your presence fills my mind
and the night turns dark
I really don't know why a swing can bring me peace
a little like my cutting, it gives me a release.