Home of the Hollow and Lost

There once was a girl, a beautiful girl, who believed that happiness had a cost. And she dwelled in a place, a lonesome place, called the home of the hollow and the lost. And she'd cry and she'd rage and she'd pull out a blade and draw on her precious skin, and as she drew those jagged lines she asked "Why can't they just let me in?" She said, "I'm tired of hurting, tired of losing, Why must everything cause my heart so much bruising? I've lost so many things, I belive I lost Myself, and now everything I used to love sits collecting dust on the shelf."