Life or death, which one will it be?

The heart is an incredible thing.

With every beat there is a feeling.  With every pump, an emotion.  

Maybe thats why heartache is a million times worse than a headache.

Wounds to the heart run deep.  They last for years.

With every beat there is pain.  With every pump, sadness.

The muscle inside my chest causes me more pain than if I bruised and tore every other muscle in my body.

The thing keeping me alive can slowly kill me.

I can try running from it but it is pointless.

I cant run away from my own heart, if anything, the faster I run the harder it beats.

Harder and harder until all I can feel is the pounding inside of me and all I can hear is the unceasing beats thumping against my chest.

Its beating me to death.

But the heart isn't supposed to feel pain.

It is the symbol of the thing that all humans live for: love.

With every beat there is life.  With every pump, happiness.

The heart may at times cause pain but it also can supply the greatest form of joy known to man.

Its all I ever want to feel, and is why I want to live.

Love.  A life without it is as pointless as a book with no conclusion, as a beginning without an end.

The moment I feel it I'm addicted, and keep coming back for more.  And more.  And more.

I can never get enough of it.  

Its what I live for.

I spend days searching for it, and seem to forget that its all around me.

Its inside of me.

The thing keeping me alive can kill me, but it can also save me.

And its all from the heart.

The thing that can cause the most pain can bring the most joy.

So which one will it be?