I may be broken, but I’m NOT D-E-A-D!!! I may only have that lingering breath inside of my lungs, but, until I finally stopped breathing (check, no pulse!!!), I will keep on fighting!
Broken, but NOT D-E-A-D!!! That, is how I had, lived my formers years of childhood abuse, all the way, UP to my twenty-sixth (so that would make me, what??? NINE???), and, after that, I’d gotten, broken, time and time again still, and, I still ain’t DEAD (you wanna CHECK???)
Broken, but NOT D-E-A-D!!! I’d, suffered long enough at your hands, and now, you will be, AT my mercy, but, ummmm, I won’t have ANY mercy for you, besides, I ain’t got NO control over what will happen to, ALL the remaining of your children (that’s FOUR, in sum!!!).
Broken, but NOT D-E-A-D!!! There’s, NO way you can murder me brutally all over again, like you did, back when I was a child too young to know any better, and still looked UP to you (yeah, I admit, I was once that young, and still NOWHERE N-E-A-R S-T-U-P-I-D though…).
Broken, but NOT D-E-A-D!!! I’d, fixed myself up, patched me up completely, inside AND out, and now, I’m, all better, thanks to??? Oh yeah, ME!!!