A/N:I had a request from Eternally Night to do a series of these poem things, and this was my attempt at Ann.
Disclaimer: I do not own A Great and Terrible Beauty
Cuts
I sit here, with a knife over my left arm.
I promised I would not do this.
I promised I would stop.
But how can I?
I am a complete failure.
Tom would never love me, never...
I dont know why I keep fooling myself.
It's not like I have a chance, right?
Gemma, Felicity, and Pippa. They do not understand.
They try, but they really have no idea, none...
They get angry with me when they see the cuts, but I can not make myself stop.
I have no chance with him, none at all...
Oh, Tom Doyle, will you ever love me...see me?
Be kind, review!
