Words

My words were melancholy with troubled thoughts of woe,
The deepest trials of darkness that wouldn’t let me go.

The words, they seemed to take upon the troubles I had faced,
They weren’t the words I wanted that were filled with endless grace.

The words, they took the ugly and showed it to the world.
The words then took my sadness. and the pain it all unfurled.

I didn’t write to hear them, but to heal the wounds inside,
I took those dark troubled words and then my tears they dried.

My words were full of sadness, but they came straight from my heart,
My words were all unwanted, but they took that melancholy and tore it all apart.