Voices Decended from Darkness

A poem from high school days (around 2004). Wow I was super depressing...

I died in the mists of darkness. 
Where no light could bear. 
Will anyone find me? 
I question myself, 
Why do they care? 
Why do I care? 

I was in the dept fo darkness. 
Alone. 
Fearing whats behind me. 
And what is in fornt of me too. 
What will become of me? 

In the pits of darkness. 
I lay on my back. 
A tear of blood drops from the corner of my eyes. 
Feeling hatered for everything 
That would cross my path. 

In the room painted in darkness. 
I dreamed of leaving this place. 
The place of sorrow and pity, 
Pity and hatred, 
Hatred and fear. 

By a dim light in darkness. 
A candle lights my face. 
My heart feels of the flame on the wick. 
Incinerated, Burning in anger. 
Anger in which I cannot control. 
The kind that others fear. 
They fear to tread on my presence. 

I was born in the darkness. 
Spirit and all. 
Blind to see all weaknesses and faults. 
How nieve I was, 
How nieve. 

I lingered in the darkness. 
I stumbled and fell. 
Seemed too often sometimes. 
Marking all my tracks and paths. 

I heard subtle words spoken in darkness 
Sounded of wispers to some, 
Screams to others, 
Unheard by most. 
How can they care, 
If they can't even hear me? 

I slept in the pure darkness. 
Restless but quiet. 
Fearing my dreams may live. 
Life is not bliss, 
For all it gives me pain. 

I screamed in the vacancy of darkness. 
Echoed in a hallow room. 
Was I really alone? 
Or was no one Listening? 

I cried in the darkness. 
Against a was I stumbled on. 
Hoping ist would come to life and caress me, 
Protect me from the life. 
But I knew it wouldn't. 

I pondered int the pitch darkness. 
Is this the end of me? 
Am I really over? 
Gone forever? 
Lost? 

I was found in the grave of darkness. 
Dead, Cold, Quiet. 
Heart resting. 
Spirit dying. 
Who will come bury me? 
I lay and rest in broken pieces. 

I faded in the paths of darkness. 
Nothing left of me to see. 
All of me is gone.