No Need To Cry

Red stains my pillow, bleeding wrists lying there,
Covered by my head, my brown tangled hair,
You wouldn't have seen the blood, had I not let you see me first,
You wouldn't have seen anything wrong, not even at my worst,
But I'm tired of my games, tired of the lying,
Tired of the pain of getting up and trying,
So here's one last thing I must say before I die,
Is I'll see you in hell, so there's no need to cry.