15/85 by Jacob Tyler
My chem couldn't say it enough
I'm not okay because this is fucking rough
My brain is torn most of the time
And when I say I'm okay I'm probably lying
I'm basically about 15 percent okay and 85 a fucking wreck
Because before I started to try and get healthier I was even worse a wreck
I fucked up majorly, I cheated on my wife
But then later that wonderful woman, invited the other into our life
Our relationship was short, but it felt it could've been more
Had I not been such an idiot, a stupid and selfish whore
I'm not okay, I'm not okay
I caused a fucking mess
I'm not okay I'm not okay
We could have avoided all of the stress
Had I not done what I did, we could have flourished and grown
But now us three are stranded in islands of our own
I still have a wife but she's been through a lot
Working while I'm in school, trying to give it my best shot
Our kind, loving woman is doing what she can
After we kept her on a roller coaster without a full picture, until finally she could understand
Just as I say it all now, that I cannot stress
If you're struggling with mental health, get help
It's what's best
Avoid the tale of woe and sorry,
Avoid the yearnings for a better tomorrow
Shoulda, coulda, woulda will become your best friends
As you ponder a tomorrow that you hoped would never end.










