Pressing thoughts,

Not even music can drown.

It's 3 am.

And my demons are out.

But frankly, I could care less.

I lay in bed,

Not even bothering to force my eyes closed.

I know I won't sleep,

Till earlier in the morning.

I used to be scared,

Of what they could do.

But now,

It's like I'm missing something.

I just can't place it.

Things are changing.

Stress is increasing,

Along with the responsibility.

But I just smile and move on,

Not letting anyone in.

The hill is moving again,

Not quite fast,

But not slow enough either.

I'm falling down this hill,

I wonder what's at the bottom.