The Girl With No Name

I never thought it could get any worse.
Digging steel into my wrists,
Fighting through the mists
Through Depression,
Loss,
Failure...
I wish I had succeeded...

But she wasn't her...
I thought I knew:
No Name,
No Address,
No Birth...
What of the rest?
It had been what was best
The only real relationship
Of any kind.

These details,
Do they matter?
Does anything really matter?
Was she still her?
It's impossible to tell where things begin and end
When everything I send
Is destroyed.

Name...Address...Birth...
Were all a fabrication,
But none of that is important.
I should hate, I should...
Yes still I feel.
I don't know,
Name...Address....Birth...
But I hope that one was true,
Love....
But I'll never know for sure.