Troubled Thoughts

Troubled thoughts,
inside my head.
Evil doings,
as strong as lead

My hands would tremble in fear,
to the thought of death.
But I will one day,
run out of breath.

My hands covered in blood,
unseen from justice.
Hidden in fear,
as I was covered in loneliness.

I wish that one day,
I could be loved.
By friend or foe,
I don't care if it was false love.