I wanna get my poetry out there

I wrote this poem about me and one of my problems...Enjoy :)

She enters her house
Quite as a mouse
The foul smoke
Trying to make her choke
Slipping away
Hoping that out-cold is how he’ll stay
She reads away
Hoping she can stay
In a happy place
Where the only race
Is for that thing called “love”
To rise above
She hears the dreaded sound
As he comes around
She closes the page
So her book may survive his rage
Where she most likely will not
But it’s worth a shot
She really could do without
His bitter shout
So she slides the blade through
The brand new
Pink puncture, a scar
To look on from afar
To avoid his insults
And the bitter results
Cleaning up the red sticky mess
Her bad situation will progress
Unless she has her outlet of bleeding
This is her new beginning
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poetry4ever
good job(:
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lonelygirl16
thank you :)
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poetry4ever
I liked it.
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