The girl that died in Silence
66 parts Ongoing I feel stuck - like life is passing me by while I'm just... here. Existing.
Invisible.
And yet, I'm not.
People think I'm stupid because I'm quiet, like silence makes me easy to walk over.
But they don't know me.
They don't know how badly I want to express myself - to pour everything I can't say into colours, fabric, and stitches. They don't know how creating makes me feel alive... or how my ideas might just be the thing that takes me far away from all of this.
I'm not complicated.
I'm just a girl trying to turn her dreams into something real.