i keep gambling

I keep gambling. The pull is strong, a siren song whispering promises of fortune and escape. The rush of adrenaline, the thrill of the unknown, the fleeting taste of victory these are the seductive demons that haunt my thoughts. Each time I lose, I tell myself its just bad luck. One more bet, I reason, and Ill be back on track. But the losses mount, a relentless tide washing away my savings, my dignity, and my hope.The guilt gnaws at me, a constant reminder of the consequences. My loved ones, once understanding, now look at me with a mixture of disappointment and fear. The walls of my life are closing in, built from my own reckless choices.Yet, I keep gambling. Its an addiction, a monster I cannot seem to shake. The desire for a quick fix, a chance to rewrite my reality, overpowers my better judgment. I know I need help. I know I need to break free from this destructive cycle. But the fear of failure, the fear of losing everything, keeps me chained to the gambling table.I yearn for the day I can break free, the day I can reclaim my life. But until then, I keep gambling, a prisoner of my own weakness.