Criminal. {h.s}

The treatment is over.
Two months full of hell and many screaming matches.
They think that I've changed?
I only tried to escape upwards of 10 times, I was tasered mostly as they brought me back.

Now that I'm out first stop, the bar.
I will never be a recovered alcoholic.
I live to dull the world and for the burn in my throat.
Alcohol is my one secure and solid escape.

From myself.