The Desolate fairy

She sits and watches the rain fall,
no one loving her,
no one at all.
Her tears are many,
but remain hidden,
for she wants no one to see what lies within.
Her eyes are soaking,
her heart loathing,
hating everything,
she starts to sing.
She sings of hate, love, and lust,
she sings of what she must to keep her tears away.
This is no game!
and she doesn't want to play!
She yells,
she screams,
who else could there be?
Should she die?
or remain alive?
to die for herself,
to live for no one.
Another problem has just begun,
That poor desolate fairy.