Statue with beating heart.

There is a price we pay with every breath. Life in this world is not free and we pay it off with ourselves. Slowly and gradually it kills us. It keeps on giving us reasons to keep running and we run to our own grave. For some unknown reason i always end up getting the raw end of the deal. But when the pain is so great and constant one becomes numb. I can almost take on anything and still not break. Days are still the same and nights are still empty. But i'm okay. A statue with beating heart.