Suicidal Kite

Your mind is like a suicidal kite.
Caught in high wind yet devoid of free flight,
You dive to the ground,
Broken and helpless.

Suicide, suicide,
Suicidal kite
You can no longer fly
Fly free, free

Magnificent when seen in air
Yet saddening, pitiful,
When broken on the ground
But that's what happens when you fly a suicidal kite.

I'm free.
Your suicidal mind is not my problem now.
Simply happy
I'm free.