Translating Shakespeare into contemporary English

Following up on post from 2 days ago, here is my attempt at a "translation" of Shakespeare into contemporary English, with an attempt to maintain the meter:

Can I go on living with this anguish

Or should I end it all? That’s what drives me

Nuts. Is it better to put on a front

Pretending I’m OK, or should I take

Action? Dying, it’s like going to sleep,

Except you won’t wake up to face the pain

And anguish that is torturing you to death.

Would that it were so! Dying, sleeping,

Even dreaming. Damn it, there’s a catch.

Who knows what dreams we might endure

Throughout eternity? Hold it right there.

If not for dreams, wouldn’t everyone

Choose death rather than a miserable life,

Pushed around by big shots, bosses, bullies,

Unloved, unwanted, angry at the world,

A victim, a laughing stock, a loser?

Who’d put up with that if he could end

His misery with a simple razor blade?

Who’d work  himself to death if he could die

With ease, except that we’re afraid

Of what could happen to us after death?

No one’s come back from death to give us word

About that outcome. We put up with what

We’ve got rather than head for the unknown.

Okay, I’m scared of death. As are we all.

And when I think of taking that last step

I think too much. I feel pale and sick,

And in the end I just can’t do it. Listen,

Here comes Ophelia! Babe, remember me

A poor sinner, in your prayers!