Maybe one day I'll feel perfect

When I can put my hands on my hips and only feel bones
When my skin is as cold as stones
Then maybe I'll feel alive
But I'll just be a walking corpse

Deep, darkened, hallowed eyes
So far out the sockets, they almost burst at the sight of you
Or maybe they'd bleed when I catch you looking at someone else

Is it my sagging skin
Or my excessive waste of space
That brought her between?

I swear there was only room for you and me