Story Thanksgiving for the dead

[GoSan1]

Just wanted to share a small Thanksgiving poem, since holidays in themselves are cute, but in this life, they hold no meaning, no celebration whatsoever for those who suffer from existence.
I just quickly made something up in my head, hopefully it isn't too bad...

So I hope this can at least bring a bit of comfort to those who are forced to celebrate with family or whoever.

"Another day made for the living,
now a festival of unity and gratitude.
Yet what gratitude can a soul hold,
when it never had anything to begin with?

And so the people gather to feast,
while souls in the dark starve.
Laughter and joy all around,
just not for those cursed to roam.

But even for the abandoned,
a place of unity exists.
Through shared pain, they unite,
their wishes often align.

Supporting one another they go,
and wait for their final death blow.
That place being SanctionedSuicide,
is where we poor are unified."

 

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I hope you find the peace you are looking for
and have a painles CBT

 

[dontwakemeup]

Beautiful poem
You're correct, it's a thankgiving for the dead.

 

[GoSan1]

I hope you can find the peace you are looking for
and have painless cognitive behavioral therapy

I appreciate the kind words, but I rather die than change myself in some therapy. I am me, and my wishes and dreams are not flawed.