Questions

I hope that you will come to my party.
My invitations,
Embroidered in my blood,
Ask that you wear black.
Because you exist,
I no longer ask myself
"Am I evil?"
"Should I be alive?"
I've been lead to the answers.
I thank you for your help.
I could have never ended this pain alone.
You, my greatest enemy,
Have lead me to my happiness.
But my peace cannot last much longer,
For I have a new question.
And so I ask,
As tears trickle down your cheeks,
Who were you really,
And what happened to your hatred?