What/who controls the dreams, can I blame it for this?

I woke up this morning with tears upon my face.

It wasn't the scariest nightmare, it was the worst.

Even when I sleep, I knew it's impossible.

Holiday is almost over, and it just hurts me more.

It's never okay, don't you know that?

The unfinished tasks, the locked part of my heart.

I left it locked because it's so hurtful to be touched and I refuse to open it.

And this stupid dream had reached my insecurity.

I'm shocked and can't go back to sleep.

And the worst part is, instead of telling someone, I go to this stupid blog.