I can't speak. I open my mouth and nothing comes out. I want to sing songs and speak and express through words, but I can't. Life isn't on my side. I've gone through stuff. I can never share anything. My only escapes are art and music. Painting murals are my passion. My other passion is creating music that creates an emotion through every note. I record them and post them but I feel like something's missing. I hold up signs with my words as my intro but my voice. My voice. It's not there. If I don't have a voice how do things work. And you might think "hey Dodie. Why don't you just write everything?"
That's not how this works. I can't show my thoughts on a piece of paper. They don't make it that far. If my voice can't make it from my head to my mouth then how can it make it to my fingers? It's like the whole world is against me. Life is pointless and you don't understand me until you get it too. Try not talking for your whole life. I never learned to talk. I tried and tried but nothing.
I feel worthless. It's no hope.
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my thoughts || dodiexreader
Fanfiction"my thoughts are stars i cannot fathom into constellations" dodie has expressive thoughts. one problem. she's mute. she can't communicate unless it's through writing. her thoughts however can never make it that far. she communicates her feelings thr...
