"Ya see, I can't help it, can't- don't ya see. I was born dead. Not you. You wasn't born dead. Ahhhh, it's been hard..."
He started to cry. He couldn't make the words come out right anymore; he opened and closed his mouth to talk but he couldn't sort the words into sentences anymore. He shook his head to clear it and blinked.
(...)
"I can't help it. I was born a miscarriage. I had so many insults I died. I was born dead I can't help it. I'm tired. I'm give out trying. You got chances. I had so many insults I was born dead. You got it easy. I was born dead an' life was hard. I'm tired. I'm tired out talking and standing up. I been dead fifty-five years."