My true friend is the one that took my life

Why did you take the knife out of my hands?
I was so close to making all of the pain end,
I was so close to not have any more tears to shed,
But you threw away my friend,
The only thing that was there,
I thought you cared,
There was no gun to my head,
Just a knife to my chest,
You even held me tight,
And said everything is alright,
Asked me why i like to scar myself up,
How could i even consider that knife to be my friend,
I told you everything was fine,
I'm really glad he didn't think it was a lie,
Couple nights later i'm not alright,
I know i made a promise.....
To all of my friends that i wouldn't die,
And never want to leave my life,
But now i cant do it,
My friend is about to save me,
Looking at the blade one more time,
Shutting my eyes,
And starting to die,
I'm so happy,
Only one tear was by my side.

^-note-^ I'm still looking for a title for this poem....so...if you have any thoughts for one, please tell me.^-note-^