I am writing this to you now so that I may retain my sanity...what's left of it, anyway. By the time you read this, I will either be dead, or have finally escaped this hellhole that I've called 'home' for the past while. I can no longer take the beatings, the torture, or the incessant screaming and howling of my fellow 'crazies'. I have seen hell here, and I wish not to see it any longer. I'll escape this place, or die trying. (Inspired by and based on the song "Asylum" by Disturbed.)