Haunted by my bloody past....

"Rain the color of blood reminds me of my past,filled with violence,and remorse.To all of those I've lost,and all that I have found I am sorry.I have killed so many and made others cry,but here I lie in what I've cause.My life is one Bloody Sunday day in day out.Will you help me through the storm?I need the strngth to stand,but you were the one who always lent a helping hand.Forgive me for what I did to you.I'm sorry I let your hand go."My sad little poem.Comments,requests welcome.