The (not) so long promised emo-esque poetry

"Do you ever realize how absurd you are? A scrambled and flesh-full mess of organs and limbs and wonderfully messed up proportions? I am too big for my body, but the wind eats my air and I'm excruciatingly small. I was spat up into the dryness and suffocating wetness of a bittersweet world. I am alone. The grounds are everlasting, tho I am still. I am a piece of dirt in the way of the wise, tho I am not complete. I am nothing and everything. I am the kid that sleeps and creates life, but I'm stuck at my own life. I am inside my bones, but they are not me. What is me? Am I tears that no longer fall? Am I the sadness I no longer fell? No, I'm not the emptiness that eats me up as the wind that makes me small. I am not seen, but I exist. That is the reason I am here, to construct the one that is me. I am no infinity, but infinity is within the limit that is in me." - L (2018 - march)