I take one hesitant step toward freedom. But that's where I stop, going on will only bring back unpleasant memories. Memories of hurt and despair. You said you loved me once. When did you stop? I don't feel your love or support anymore. Still I go forward. Hoping to calm my nerves I think of how much hurt you've caused me. But then the rational part of my head kicks in telling me I have no where to go. If only you could change. Or show that you cared every once in a while.