Sad poems by a sad girl

Memory

All you're ever going to be
is a pained memory
of a bully.
Laughing at a cruel joke,
while they're hanging on a rope.
You did it, you succeeded.
You made them feel like they weren't needed.
Are you happy? Are you satisfied?
You laugh as you hear their cries.
Well they cry no more,
cause they're all dead and gone.
No more suffering, no more pain,
you played with their lives in your twisted game.
They lost in the end, driven to insanity,
you ignored their cries for mercy.
You're a murderer, a killer.
The bogeyman, a fear instiller.
Are you proud of the monster you've become?
Do you feel like you've won?
Cause all you're ever going to be
Is a pained memory
Of a bully.