four letters

Four letters,
Hate
Love
Pain
Dead
That’s how life works.
You hate yourself,
You love him,
You feel the pain when he leaves,
You’re dead to escape reality.
Your reality might not be the same as mine.
You might be happy.
But that’s a five letter word.
I love him.
He loves me; today.
What will tomorrow bring,
Will it bring the pain?
Or will we be able to be free.