What do you think about my poem?

Fault:

loneliness can be accompanied,
you and me in a closed room
in which red covers the ground.
Your face feels cold as ice.


I don't feel remorse
I do not regret my actions.
Take me with you to this endless black hole.
This day doesn't feel real.


Guilt pierces my chest
I no longer want to remember what I have done today.
I hit the reset button
but I think this time it will not work.


I feel the guilt
I feel it in my chest.
Red covers my clothes.
What have I done?