/lit/ - Literature

>inb4 rime of

NEET living in a YMCA. I was living on the street 2 months ago. I've lived in various homeless hostels and shelters for the past year. I lost my job due to the aformentioned.
My life is ruins folks. I spiral further into the abyss everyday and honestly see no way out and I'm only 22. I'd like to imagine a positive outcome to all of this but It is not likely. As Van Gogh said moments before his death:
''La tristesse durera toujours.''

The sadness will last forever.

I had done an hellish thing,
And it would work 'em woe:
For all averred, I had killed the bird
That made the breeze to blow.
Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay
That made the breeze to blow!
Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down,
'Twas sad as sad could be;
And we did speak only to break
The silence of the sea!

All in a hot and copper sky,
The bloody Sun, at noon,
Right up above the mast did stand,
No bigger than the Moon.