To Be Wanted

I just want to be wanted,
I hate people.
These terrible things,
Slinking,
Crawling,
Awful beings.
I just want to be wanted, by anyone.
For being me.
For being free.
I want to be.
Wanted.
I cant go on. Even the friends i had here are gone. It was 4 years too long. I cant even remember how to write a poem, or a song, or strimg any words along.i cant remember who i am, who i was. Where im goimg or who've all i lost. I cant remember their names but their faces still smile at me. Why? Why do i still care? I have no burdens left to bare, im scared, im 24 and already losing my hair! Im fucking dead inside, i can barely keep myself and 2 beings alive, i have no idea why or who or what but im not here, cant remember since when, probably since i cut myself-but too thin? Yeah isnt that a depressing sin. I just want all the pain to end.