What makes you feel so good to put down another?
What makes you feel so good is it that you know that you’ve won?
What makes you feel so good is it that you have a story to tell your friends?
What makes you feel so good you make someone else cry? does it make you feel good inside?
What makes you feel so good to hurt someone else and make them turn against themselves?
Does it make you feel good turning all their friends against them?
Does it make you feel good watching them cry, knowing there dying inside?
Does it make you feel good seeing the cuts on their wrist knowing you caused them?
Does it make you feel good to call them names, knowing you’re driving them insane?
Does it make you feel good to hurt someone else?
Do you feel good knowing they’ve taken their own life, because of you?
Do you still feel good when people start saying your insane? Calling you names?
Do you still feel good when you find yourself upon a stand raising your right hand?
Do you still feel good knowing you’ve been convicted of life?
I see that smirk upon your face, I see you have no sympathy.
I saw you watch out that window as you were being put in cuffs.
People outside with signs saying you should craw in a hole and die.
Yet I see your smirk and now I know why,
It makes you feel so good inside.
You still smirk because you think you’ve won,
But you haven’t
Instead you cheated a family of a life.
You took a daughter from her mother,
A sister from her friend,
A future from a girl and you even got her to do it all by her own hands.
You appeal your case saying you’ve changed. I know that’s not true,
Only thing true is all the horrible things I want to say to you, yet I refuse
Because I don’t want to come close to being like you.
Only because my heart still has a beat unlike you because you got the death penalty.