The Agony of Death

I can bear it no more,
go ahead, kill me this time, please!

Don't dirty your hand anymore
slapping me again and again.
Just finish me off completely.

Mother must have given birth to me
with such fond hope.
But how tasteless this life has grown,
how I waste away, still breathing—
no one knows, no one ever will.

Kill me right now.
Before I die, I leave behind this note.
Know this well: its name is the agony of dying.