She will fade

Disgusting so pathetic
With one inch left
She cowers alone with her memories
By the doorway to a life once lived
White knuckles
Skin tight across them
Grasping the handle
Frantic to keep it open
Afraid of what darkness brings
His grasp
Light being the last memory of her sanity
Releasing means nothing left
Controlling so manipulative
Transparent they see through it
No longer strong she has become weak
So many years have done this
Taken the truth from her facade
Her clothes torn and face aged
Body decomposing
Soul first she will fade