Bitter World of Nothingness

I'm losing myself here
in the bitter world of nothingness
with only regret and mistakes
to show for my selfishness.
I turn to run from the trend
I have set to be the standard
only to brutally solidify
the truths set with mild manners.
A youth that has disappeared
and an innocence no more,
there is only lifelessness remaining
on this cold, hardwood floor.
Deep breaths help momentarily
to fill the dead soul with life
but the same breaths escape too quickly
to do the good that combats the strife.
The emptiness fills the room around
and throws my soul into the well
that is as close as I can handle
being to the pits of hell.
Understanding is escaping
even quicker now than before
with jokes made of men once
thought to be, by all, adored.
Lives torn down quicker than
the laughable meteoric rise,
the deaths now innumerable,
a cruel joke come as no surprise,
and the ending that was foreseen
but so foolishly prepared for by none
consumes me and all around
in a fitting finish required of more than some.