6 6.

I had another one of those panic attacks. You weren't there to hold my hand, to calm me down, whisper into my ear telling me everything was going to be okay.

I have no one I can trust like I trusted you.

You made me angry, you did this to me, if you hadn't died I would be fine. 

The next thing I know scissors found their way into my hand. Deep slashes where displayed on my arms and thighs. 

I started to harm myself. I stopped eating.