Apart.Ment.

I look destructive.
My eyes are rimmed with blood,
Shot with wine and pain,
And I like sleeping on the floor.
I haven't done this in years I think.
But I see pale white hues,
Hear myself talk in two ways.
I could laugh but it'll sound bad.
I can write my fingertips to the bone,
But then we all would know
That I'm not just looking destructive.
I'm doing it from the inside out.