poems for a sad teenager

Wannabe me

she told everyone that she loved me
that she could never be me
that she wanted to be me
...
then she tried to take the love of my life
this pathetic wannabe me
tried to take the boy I love
the one who made me write poems in the first place
"he loves me"
it
    e
       c
          h 
              o
                  e
                     d
through my mind for days on end
I tossed and turned at night
and watched blood seep from my thighs
wannabe me
wannabe me
she. wants. to. be. me.
she craved the love and attention that's given to me
She used her body to try and get it
but I didn't need to fuck for love 
she hated me for that
god, did she hate me for that
little did that bitch know
the boy I love
called her "wannabe me"
no face-time calls
or nudes you send him
could ever make him feel the way I make him feel.
no wannabe me
                        could ever make him feel
You may have made him hard
                       but I make him weak
wannabe me.
         she wants to be me.
                                       pathetic.