Sometimes I wake up broken

Sometimes I wake up ruined,
frozen, like completely stunned.
Sometimes I wake up confused,
feeling like I've been just used.

And mornings - I wake up broken.
my heart, healed sometimes,
but some wounds are still open,
feels like in old times.

And those dreams,
they look so real to me,
Eyes are full of tears,
and reality blears.
Oh, If I could I would've a plea,
become real and become, again, me.