Analysis of Pain

Another night passed, another bottle drunk
Another pill popped feeling continually sunk.
There must be something that can ease this pain.
Without the anxiety I guess there is no gain.
So now forget about love, forget romance.
If just for a while, if only for a glance.
Nerve endings throb from the touch,
Of another's warm heart it's too much.
Torn between this duo of pain.
One of emotion, and a physical that remains.
Like a thorn in my side, actually my back.
It's a pain that has me constantly under attack.
How can I love another, or be myself,
When this pain continually diminishes my health.