Do they know the tears that I shed in the dark. How thier accusations slice at me. Do they see the blood on thier hands. Or ignore it as they do everything else. Do they see my need, a friend in it all. No for the have each other. No other pain exsits beyond thiers. So the faery sits upon her bed and wonders...Why not do it. A massacre dances upon her thoughts. What have they given her? Pain, hopelessness, disbelif. Are these the things worth keeping. But she can't say the words. She can't scream back. She won't cause they pain they have caused her. So the silence engulfs her. And she cries!