One day those hands will turn to fists. One day her eyes will turn to black and red. And she will no longer have to wait anymore. One day that bed of hers won't have the sheets untucked. One day the kids from school will ask questions to where she has gone. One day the kids will realize that she had fooled them all.
One day her friends maybe should have been actually friends. One day the the girl who you talked to about your thoughts would have wished she had done something.
That day your mother regret turning that hand to a fist.
That day your mother wish your eyes wouldn't turn blacks and red.
That day you wished you had waited longer.
That day you wish you could lay on your bed again.
That day kids questions and curiosity will fade away.
That day is when everything started and ended.
