Pale Roses

They put the blame on me, as im here knwoing i will never be free, But can i be tho? Or will i just let it go.. Every word hurts deeply, while i'll just go on weakly. Will people be at my lowest? Or ill just go unnoticed. Scars bloom like pale roses across my skin, But I'll keep on hidjng it with a grin. No one asked me if im okay, just like every other day.