Handle it,
I ask.
But you find an excuse,
You don't foresee the abuse.
So I went,
You stayed.
Words spoken under breath,
Drew me into another death.
What I spoke,
I regret.
My response frustrated.
Left painly irritated.
Protect me,
I asked.
But you left me to walk
Into the trap of my talk.
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