I like it this way

i will never

  be happy,

never.

i know,

  but i like it this way.

you know, 

  the lingered memories,

  the old smiles and laughter,

i miss it.

but still,

  i like it this way.

i like it i'm lonely

i like it when i'm talking alone

  with my own-self

i like it when i'm laughing

  to my own lame jokes,

  as loud as i can

i like it,

  i like it this way.

all alone, and lonely.

overthinking and crying.