All of my vices

I spent all my money on substance;
Some that enhance, some to forget
Some just for fun or coming undone
I've got one for every occasion
 
Little habits are the hardest to kick;
The big ones are harder to get
I'll take what my hands can find
We can give it a name,
But the poisons the same
I ingest it --
The rest is irrelevant  
 
I'm counting up all of my vices
I have one for hope, one just to cope
One to relax and one to bounce back
A few in between and one to maintain,
Some that I've tried to buy myself time
To scrape up some change  
for the next one in line
 
I haven't been high for ages
I tried to deny it myself
Up my intake, but it's still not the same
I get off, but I can't stay away
Two days is the most I can take
I rely in it --
It's basic survival these days  
 
Now I'm down to scrounging for doses
But I'm broke;
In more ways then I care to note
I admit to digging the hole;
Im sorry for falling so fast--
By the time I let go it was too late to know
I was too far away to turn back
 
I have to be close to the bottom;
The problems are far past resolving
The damage is done and I don't stand a chance
When I'm standing alone

There's no sense in calling for help
Everyone's gone, like everything else
My resources have dwindled away;
I cost them all too much to stay