Death by razor

I roll down my sleeve as my teacher past.
My friends say its wrong some just laugh.
It feels good to finally let go of the pain I had.
I look ok.
So I take the razor and hold it to my rist if you try to stop me i\'ll resist.
Leave me alone B*** go to H*** and burn b****.
You deverse what you get and by the way say hi to Satan for me hes my good friend.