I wrote a shitty letter,

and I don't know what to do with it... I left it tucked in my closet.

It has everything that tore me apart in it; everything that I thought wasn't explained clearly.

I wrote this letter 5 times, 5 pages of stories.

My last "secrets."

It's poorly written, sadly worded., and I don't know if it'll help anything.

Maybe he doesn't need anymore shit in his life.

Maybe it's not worth saying.  

I told him in the letter that it wasn't his fault, but I don't think he'll believe me.

I don't know...