This is it.
The final end.
The finish line.
The destination.
Call it whatever you want.
But this is it.
This is where the ending begins.
This is when I decided to stop.
I don't wanna fool myself again.
This time this is real.
It'll be a slow fade.
No traces of pain.
No amount of rancor.
No turning back.
I will end it here.
Here, where I became happy.
Where I learn how to look forward on mornings.
Where you told me all those pretty lies.
And where I was fooled to believe
It was a great stay here.
magical to be honest
But pretty lies are for kids who believe on fairy tales
on prince and princess
on happily ever after
And I realized I'm all grown-up.
Old enough for bedtime stories and fairy tales.
I know ours wasn't an enchanted one
No fairy godmothers who will grant my wishes
No frogs that will turn into prince
No knight in shining armor who'll save me

We don't exist in reality.