Journal Of Mine

Journal,
Dearest journal of mine,
What do you do, most of the time?
Do you whisper my secrets to the other books?
Is that why they give me sidelong looks?
Journal, oh journal, what do you think?
Am I standing right on the brink?
Am I half of a step from plummeting down?
Tell me , please tell me, will I hit the ground?
Am I already falling at an astounding rate?
Journal, come on, just tell me my fate.
Journal, you know me like nobody else.
You know me better than I know myself.
So journal, oh journal, journal of mine
Please will you tell me, is it finally my time?