Author's Note: Teehee. My first poem on here. Just an idea I came up with, at the most, thirty minutes ago... written up even more quickly than "My Brown-Eyed Girl." You can view this as a Troyella, a Troypay, or a Trelsi. :P
Title: And She Regretted Suicide
Summary: A shaky hand went forward and brought the razor close to her. Was this even worth it, was this what she preferred?
Disclaimer: I certainly do NOT own High School Musical or any of its contents.
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She sat out on her balcony
And stared up at the sky,
Longing to be in his arms
With no more tears to cry.
Three simple words were all she needed
To know misery had passed.
She'd dream of him; she'd stare at him;
She'd wish that they would last.
But in her heart she knew the truth
And needed a wake-up call--
The hoops star had met someone else,
The fairest of them all.
Her eyes were red as she collapsed
Back onto her bed,
A glint on her night table...
She couldn't let this get in her head.
A shaky hand went forward
And brought the razor close to her.
Was this even worth it,
Was this what she preferred?
A wail escaping from her lips,
She touched the metal to her skin.
She thought about her options
And realized she couldn't always win...
The air grew even grimmer
As she pulled it down her chest;
She pressed it hard, ignored the pain--
God granted her request.
And as she watched from Heaven,
Her life on Earth she missed--
For as she looked down from the clouds
Troy and his love still kissed.
She wanted to be his loving bride
And she regretted suicide.
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Author's Note: Depressing enough, eh? Please review. As I've said before, they make me happy. :)