Do you feel better this way?

In what way specifically do you mean that question.
Can you please explain that question.

If by the question,
You mean if I feel better alone?  

Alone.

I hate that word.

I was alone for so long,
I kind of liked it back then.

Everything changed though.

Instead of needing space,
I don't want any.

I am intrusive,
and needy.

Alone

I've been alone my whole life.
Up until now.

I was alone all those nights,
I hadn't even met you yet.

I felt like I already knew you were coming though.

Alone

I hate being in a silent room with my thoughts,
because they bounce around my head and
flood into my room.
It brings the darkness in.

In my thoughts they tire my brain,
so many decisions,
so many scenarios,
too many painful thoughts.

My life would be better if I couldn't think bad thoughts.
I think too much.
Over-analyzing and pretending.
Imagining.
It's too much to bear
Alone

I will admit that I was a little distracted
Driving to school at seven
My mind was flooded by thoughts of you
And how you had acted
For me, life is not post-highschool heaven
I was thinking how Saturday was your show, and you had told me I should go
Right before you said you didn't want to see me
Honestly, what am I supposed to believe?
I wish it was easy to leave
This is all what I was thinking while I pulled up to the stop sign
I glanced down at my hand
A mirage of our fingers intertwined
Less than a block away from the college we both attend, thinking of all the battles I'm never going to win
On my right was a car, half a block away
I pulled ahead, thinking I had time to cross
Two headlights in the passenger window, bright as day
The car plowed into mine and I was at a loss
In slow motion, my favorite band played on through the sound of crushing metal
It took a little while for the dust to settle
I thought I was taking my last breaths, and I screamed, "Oh my God!"
Hoping he'd save me, though I thought, probably not
If that car hit the driver's side, I'd be dead
So many things would have been left unsaid
I'm not the sort of person who can deal with unsaid things
I'd probably have haunted you, the mysterious reason the doorbell rings
Stunned, I stumbled out and onto the curb, waiting for the police to come
"Count your lucky stars," they say in times like these.
Well, I have a ticket and no lucky stars to count on
My head hurt badly, and I needed somebody
You said you'd always be there - I gave you a call
That's when I discovered you'd never really been there at all
You were probably with your "great" friends who "get" you
Probably not at all sober
You left me alone, scared, stranded, and injured
On a chilly, fateful night in October
You didn't even call back to see if I was okay
What kind of person does that? I hope karma makes you pay
You have no idea the damage you've done
This battle is over, and nobody won