Sure. It's very depressing, I'll admit. It's about losing people.
The end of the poem ties in with the title.

...YOURSELF

Lately
I’ve been flaking off –
(paint chips.)
each piece a person
who was in my life, but
left me.

Whether death or choice,
each left and took a piece of me
with them. Now
I find
it’s hard to move
on with all these
holes and parts falling
out –

it’s hard
to limp through life
with no crutch, no love,
and the same broken-leg
hurt.

Torn memories wave in the mind
like torn white waving flags.
Give up …
as now, all you have
is …