Escaping addiction...

I have a problem

Actually, I have several 

Smoking 

Drinking

Gambling and

Thinking 

These are my addictions 

That whisk me away from reality

If only for a moment

That I stretch into days at a time

It seems that every time

Responsibility beckons

I find an excuse 

To embrace my addictions

Trying to escape

My human existence 

But when I come down from my high

And find my way back to reality 

Nothing has changed 

My duties are still waiting 

For my attention 

I find myself scared

Worried 

Frustrated 

And a mess 

Unsure where to start 

As my cool loses out to stress 

I turn back to my addictions

Thinking one last rush 

Before I attend to my chores

Would do me good 

And calm my nerves

But one becomes two

Which becomes infinitely more 

And the next thing I know 

I'm back to the drawing board

Except each time I come down 

I think, "Shit man, great"

With sarcastic undertones 

As I spy the pile's grown on my plate

My escapes from reality, I realize 

Do nothing more than delay the inevitable

But leave me more stressed than before

And yet each time I understand this 

I reach for my addictions once more

Bewildered yet lacking control 

I'm a slave to escapism 

And recovering on the bathroom floor