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?

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