My blood, my comfort

She always hated the sight of blood But now it had become her greatest comfort She felt her blood was the only one who understood What it was like to be judged Both hated on for their colour Both wanting to be hidden Both wanting to be invisible Each cut sent waves of euphoria throughout her body She wasn't a masochist She just loved being in control It was a distraction From all the racists Who consistently punished her For her skin colour She didn't know if she could deal with it anymore She didn't want to be here no more She had always wondered about life after death What would happen? Would she finally find peace? Or would she forever carry the weight of her race for eternity? All she wanted was to exist Without being discriminated against Without someone bullying her for her skin colour She was tired Whilst she was stuck in her mind She hadn't realised How deep she had cut She saw how much blood she had lost She wasn't sad She was just numb The last thing she thought of before she succumbed Was freedom