The story you'd never know

This paper becomes a sanctuary, the one and only place he can go when he's been abandoned, left alone. The world turned its back on him and he spent so long trying to turn it back around until finally he got tired, gave up and just sat down to cry. Crying those bitter, angry, hateful tears that burn as they roll down his cheeks and give him the worst headache and runny nose, "but it's theraputic," he thinks, tells himself, makes himself believe. He swears, shouts those terrible words that don't mean a damn thing to anybody but him. It's been so long since anybody's loved him, how can he expect that of anyone when he hates himself? He spends so long in this place, this place that makes him hurt, where he gets lost in fake smiles and real tears, he's forgotten how to laugh. This pain that he can't share, this burden that becomes too heavy for his shoulders to support...What can he even do to make it go away? He questions, wonders, wishes he knew what to do.