Poetry of the mind

Me

I've lost all aspects of me.
I've become someone who's "More of a brother."
I've become someone who's known for "their ability to drink a bottle of vodka and just about stand."
I've gone from Ash to Ash, an irony within myself.
It's funny how a name can only identify an appearance, not how they were five years ago; or how they'll be five years from now.
It's changed from ambition to a broken incision in everyone's lives.
Cutting and opening my way through.
Forcing myself upon someone until they call me "friend."
Because just like everyone else, I'm afraid to be alone.
I'm stood like a used piece of meat, dropped from the bone. Because even the strongest parts of me are fading.
Like a light within and the bulb needs to be changed, but I just can't reach it.
People being my reach, but they're gone now.
I've come to realise what life to me means and it's so so dull. Repeat repeat repeat!
No mater what I do.
How I do it.
When it happens.
In twenty years time, someone will have a chance, similar to mine; but they'll blow it just the same.
And this entire time, I've spoken and danced around a point.
Because these are all just aspects of what's going wrong, and I just don't have the equation to figure out:
How to change the bulb,
How to stick up the incisions,
How to be come the Ash I should be,
How to become stronger and cope better to the bone.