I called out, 
I fell to my knees, 
I buried my head in my hands, 
I thought about everything, 
I cried till i could cry no more, 
I wrote till there was not a blank piece of paper, 
I sang until the notes went flat, 
I played until my fingers bled, 
I suffered in silence, for nobody heard the cry of the weak,

And now i have nothing, i am nothing and never will be.