Troubled Thoughts

First ever poem I've created, please tell me where to improve.

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.