Hero or reality?

They say that a hero can save us...
Isn't that a lie?
Since when can a hero become reality?
I have no love for heroes...
Since they don't exist...
They are part of our mind...
Watching us as we all fall to our demise...
We are our own hero...
We don't need to rely on others for glory...
For fame...
For closure...
Let my wings wrap around me...
Block me from the world...
Love gives us nothing but blood spilling...
This world will have an ending...
Nothing can save you...
Don't even try calling out...
Accept your fate...
Come with me...
To the broken road of reality...
Come and let us hold hands...
We are together...
But in the end we die alone...
So what exactly am I to you...?
A hero...?
Or reality?