Speak the Truth, Even if Your Voice Shakes

I cut but not for attention, but because I have no other way of doing this. So now I can never wear shorts (I do it on my leg so it's not see-able). I mean if I could stop I would, but at the same time the scars bring back memories and seeing my friends sad makes me want to and not having someone to hold me makes me want to and I wish I could tell somebody, but I just can't even if my friends ask I say no. I know I'm going to sound like a teenager with the smallest problems ever and is just making a big deal out of it, but no one understand what I go though daily. My teacher and I fight and every time we do I cry because I don't want to fight, but she assumes the worst and I never see my parents and my friends come to me if there is something wrong and I get yelled at because my teacher tells my parents that I don't do shit in class, but I do and they take her side. It's just a lot on my plane and it makes me feel a little better, but I'm never fully healed.