Different sentence structure. New way of saying. Same thought. 

I’ve been wishing the same thing over and over again. Day and night. To the stars and the sky. Yet I get nothing, and all I can do is lay down and cry.

Is it so hard to give? I can see it everywhere. Everyone had it, have it, and is having it. Everyone but me. Am I just not patient? But why am I feeling tired? A little more time, they say. You will have it in the perfect time.. they always say. But when is that effin’ time? It seems as if that my “time” has stopped ticking, and the “perfect time” won’t come. Is that it? Maybe that’s it.