What do you think of my new poem titled: alone again?

So everything is fine until I'm alone. My mind terribly convinces me your the only necessity I’m suppose to have in order to carry on. Then it begins, the pain, the sorrow, the sadness, the anger. So we amicably part ways like nothing happened and I hold every once of emotion back in favor of not making myself look like a fool. I'm in bed with my head to the ceiling wondering where your at ? Is this the end ? Are you really not coming back ? I block those thoughts thinking I won't care about it anymore, when it's far from the truth. I wish they really knew the one I loved. Maybe they would understand whats going on with me. But til then I rest my head wondering if she'll ever come back again.