I left my friend behind. I said goodbye at her boyfriend's door.
Only two blocks left to home.
Only two blocks left to walk alone.
Yet I opened up my knife.
Yet I considered my own life.
I assumed someone was there.
Someone who might want to hurt me.
I cut my hand with my knife.
As I sucked my finger, no one stared.
No one ever looks at me.
How am I to know?
What I see versus what I'm told?
No one seems to want to hurt me.
I suck my cut and I walk by.
my neighbors and I say "hi"
my cut is my own fault
or is it?
I guess I'm glad to be home O.K.
I guess I'm glad to have known men who cared.