Picture

I sit in my room
looking at a picture of u
so many thoughts
of what do do
tear it up
cut it to shreds
but then happiness
enters my head
then happiness fades
and hate begins to rise
and i know i will be happy
at ur demise
for all the pain u\'ve caused
but b4 i cut, i sit and i pause
i think i love u but
i squeeze the scissors
and begin to cut