Photo from Wattpad.
Book title: His Blonde little Secret
Used this picture and phrase because it goes well with the poem.
I have been bottling emptiness for a very long time now
Void is in reservoir..
Emotions stored in my head.
I'm caught up in this web.
Five senses don't work anymore, I feel numb to this pain.
I dunno what I feel, it's hard to explain.