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What I Can’t Say

A piece of an old poem, with a new direction, and reimagined as a song

By SUEDE the poetPublished 7 days ago 1 min read
What I Can’t Say
Photo by Jason Rosewell on Unsplash

Verse 1:

Whispers in a megaphone,

senseless static, void of tone

So much to say, but where did the words go?

You’re so good at listening,

but you haven’t heard the mystery

It’s not your fault, darling, the words are all so crippling

Pre-Chorus:

I don’t know what to say or where to start,

I’m not nervous, I’m just controlled by unknown parts

Chorus:

If I can’t speak what needs to be said

If I get angry or wish myself dead

Would you hear me?

Would you know?

I’ll never say just how I feel

When I’m feeling things too real

So can you hear me?

Do you know?

And I’m not sure of the truth today

But can you hear what I can’t say?

Verse 2:

There’s a room behind my eyes

where every sentence goes to die,

and I keep finding bones where I buried explanations.

I rehearse a softer tone,

then the whole thing turns to stone,

and I mistake your open hands for accusations.

I know you’re not the enemy.

I know you’re not the war.

But something in my nervous system

keeps on guarding every door.

Pre-Chorus 2:

I don’t mean to make you bleed from all my broken glass,

I’m just trying to hold the present while I’m choking on the past.

Chorus:

If I can’t speak what needs to be said

If I get angry or wish myself dead

Would you hear me?

Would you know?

I’ll never say just how I feel

When I’m feeling things too real

So can you hear me?

Do you know?

I’m not locked up inside, I swear

My mind’s just playing truth or dare

And I’m not sure what truth is today

But can you hear what I can’t say?

Bridge:

I don’t need you to fix it.

I don’t need you to leave.

I don’t need another lecture

on how easy it should be.

Just listen,

To what I can’t say

[instrumental]

Outro:

I am trying.

I am trying.

I am trying

Can you hear me?

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About the Creator

SUEDE the poet

English Teacher by Day. Poet by Scarlight. Tattooed Storyteller. Trying to make beauty out of bruises and meaning out of madness. I write at the intersection of faith, psychology, philosophy, and the human condition.

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    Written by SUEDE the poet