By Rachel Goddard
The reels are rolling,
once upon a time there was high,
now money is depleting before my very eyes.
I increase the odds,
believing it’s my turn to win,
instead all I feel is shame,
beckoning me to do it all over again.
All I wanted was to get out of debt,
instead my losses were creating more regrets.
Today my secret was laid bare for all to see,
I feel naked, ashamed,
frightened of the outcome,
third parties scrutinising my mistakes,
the stigma to much,
I can no longer take.
It feels like giving birth to a demon,
this ***** debt I have incurred,
the pressure of keeping my head above water,
swallowing and choking ,
I cannot be heard.
When your debts are high and your mood is low don’t go there,
your cries won’t be heard.
Trust me you will get ****** in by a small win,
please don’t ever go there,
remember,
the house always wins!
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 4:50 PM UTC
By Rachel Goddard
The reels are rolling,
once upon a time there was high,
now money is depleting before my very eyes.
I increase the odds,
believing it’s my turn to win,
instead all I feel is shame,
beckoning me to do it all over again.
All I wanted was to get out of debt,
instead my losses were creating more regrets.
Today my secret was laid bare for all to see,
I feel naked, ashamed,
frightened of the outcome,
third parties scrutinising my mistakes,
the stigma to much,
I can no longer take.
It feels like giving birth to a demon,
this ***** debt I have incurred,
the pressure of keeping my head above water,
swallowing and choking ,
I cannot be heard.
When your debts are high and your mood is low don’t go there,
your cries won’t be heard.
Trust me you will get ****** in by a small win,
please don’t ever go there,
remember,
the house always wins!
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