i guess i grew up believing i didnt matter .. it wasnt such a concern as a little child.. my needs were met... then i was taught i didnt matter when i was sent to live w/dad after moms DUI... i was taught there that i didnt matter by my abusive step mom.. i was taught that i didnt matter when my dad looked the other way too much...

i was taught i didnt matter by some other members of my family.. there needs always came first for them.. i tried to hold it al together but i couldnt....

when dad said i wasnt his son anymore, i figured i ddint matter... when i became a ward of two state at the age of 15, i figured i didnt matter...

after some troubles at school, i was sent away, and didnt matter...

when i found work, the only thing that mattered was that i show up, but i didnt matter...

when my heart broke when i lost my son, i didnt matter... when i tried over and over again... it didnt matter...

my son matters... i choose health for the sake of his good name...