As I sit here and pen the words to another letter I take a step back from the page I watch the tide begin to rise The water slowly approaching On my mind The wind changes direction and i'm left standing there On my own You see, I've never been a main character, an illustration to look at or even writable at all So I've had to jump ship before steering far off course I'll write it myself Chapter one How do we measure our depth The only depth I seem to know is the one enclosed inside my chest Fill my lungs with hope, bury me (6ft deep) I've only ever known the dirt beneath me Fill my lungs with hope and bury me Dissect me from my shell Tear me limb from limb Disassociate me from myself Tear me limb from limb