My Blood

Rachel Chinouriri's 'My Blood' delves deep into the emotional turmoil of self-worth and the internal battles that many face but rarely voice. The song's lyrics paint a vivid picture of someone grappling with their self-image and the cyclical nature of their pain. The opening lines, 'Same old / No, you never learn / That this shit never works,' suggest a repetitive pattern of behavior and self-reflection that leads nowhere productive. The protagonist is stuck in a loop of self-criticism, as evidenced by the line, 'You call yourself names,' highlighting the destructive self-talk that perpetuates their suffering.

The chorus, 'It’s my blood on the broken door / It’s my blood in the make up draw / It’s my blood that I do this for,' is particularly poignant. The imagery of blood symbolizes the deep, personal cost of this emotional struggle. The broken door and makeup drawer could represent the facade that the protagonist puts up for the world, hiding their true pain behind a mask. The repetition of 'my blood' emphasizes the personal ownership of this pain, suggesting that the protagonist feels a twisted sense of identity and purpose in their suffering.

The song also touches on the paradoxical nature of pain and healing. Lines like 'What if I'm not worth healing? / What if I like this feeling?' reveal a complex relationship with pain, where the protagonist questions their own worthiness of healing and even finds a perverse comfort in their suffering. This duality is further explored in the lines, 'The longer I try to leave it / The more I forgive the feeling,' indicating a resignation to their emotional state. The song's haunting melody and introspective lyrics create a powerful narrative about the struggle for self-acceptance and the high emotional cost of internal battles.