They Call Me Sick


They say I'm sick
That my skin is too thick
They cry and cry when someone goes
But I sigh in relief for I know
They won't suffer any longer
At the hand of merciless hunger
They won't dangle in the hands of death
By a string that's cut as they breathe their last breath
No longer fighting the battle inside
That tore them apart when their hands were tied
They say I'm sick
But I only let the dead's memories stick

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