A shitty Artist with a shitty head, writing shitty poems

To Create

I will create art till my hands bleed,
Till my eyes fall out.
Just to feel that feeling.
That feeling of creating.
Creating beauty, passion, emotion.
That's all I want to feel.
I want it deep in my vains.
But I'm so empty.
I'm Void of of these beautiful things.
Art is all that connects me