Disappeared world.

It's a pool of pain, yet he just can't stop it.
The feeling keeps growing like wild weed, struggling to grip the poor soil with fragile hands.
Why not she a bad girl ? Then I have a reason to get dumped, to be sad and forget.
Why not she accept me ? Then I have a reason to move on, to be motivated by a bright future of two, and die happily with it.
Why ... she has to disappear ?
When his hands seeking in void air for a thing, a thing to harbor.
How is he supposed to live on ? How is he supposed to think ... when he faces the inevitable future ? Did she think of that ahead ?

As if the whole world were sucked into a giant hole and no one knows where it leads to.
He's all alone, again.