Letter from a dead man (A Tradley fanfic)

Letter

Dear Tris
When you read this, I will have gone. Gone somewhere happy, where I will be accepted. I know you accepted me, Tris. I know you did.
You may be wondering where I may be going, or why I've gone there, or here, or wherever I'm going, if anywhere.
You see, the thing is, I was bullied. I was bullied for so long and you never noticed. You never heard their Snide comments, evil looks, cold stares. You never noticed the punching, the kicking, the bruises. You never noticed the slits on my wrist. Nobody did.
If you're wondering why I'm specifically wrighting to you, Tris, it's because I always had a slight crush. And by slight, I mean major. But you had a girlfriend. You have a girlfriend. She was the reason I didn't want to talk to you today. I was so scared I would mess up and admit my feelings that I ran off. I was too scared I would mess you two up. I didn't want you to be angry at me and think she was the cause of all this. You aren't, Tris, I am. I should have got help. I should have, but I didn't. I didn't deserve it. Now, it's too late.
I know we were mates Tris, mates before the argument, before he came along. I know you don't care about these feelings that I have. I know you don't care that I've killed myself. And if I fail? Don't worry, Tris, you know the saying. If at first you don't succeed, try and try again. That's what I'll do Tris. I'll try and try again.
All the time, my mum would yell at me, tell me that I'm not good enough, that I'm worthless and that I should kill myself. Dad said that too. And the boys at school.
Just before I go, Tris, know that this is for everybody's good. Tell Connor and James that it's not their fault. It was mine. If they worry, tell them, please.
Lots of love, Bradley William Simpson