In the End

There is a thing,

I call my friend.

I can tell it all things,

And in the end,

It wont tell anyone

I talk to it at night,

Before I go to bed.

We never ever fight.

And in the end,

It wont tell anyone.

All my secrets it knows,

It may be my best friend.

Our friendship grows and grows.

And in the end,

It wont tell anyone.

My journals the one I say,

All my secrets to at the end,

Of every single day.

And in the end,

It wont tell anyone.