A Recipe for Suicide
Take lies and fears
And a pinch of regret and also
A little confusion and mistakes.
Put sickness and worry
And a cup full of betrayal
In an enormous cauldron of tears.
Mix with depression
And a touch of failure
Until tears rush down your face.
Throw in a miscarriage
And a lost love or two.
Then, broil in a broken heart
At one million degrees
Until overwhelmed with grief and sorrow.
You can tell it’s done
When you can stand no more pain.
Let stand until tired of the madness of the world.
Sprinkle on some jealousy
And serve with sadness and unrest.
Taste a touch of suicide.
Aubrey McClure