Analysis of Shattered Ashes

If only when glass broke,
it shattered into ash...
Then the wind could come,
picking it up, and blowing it away,
leaving next to nothing in it's place,
Instead of me being the one left
Alone,
to pick up all the sharp pieces
of what used to be,
while leaving more scars on my skin,
Marking my body,
of everything,
every part,
that's damaged.