I Am Jack's Sick Reality

This picture both sickens, disturbs, and intrigues me..at the same time.(:

Now I feel like a fool. Thinking that there was nothing I could do to be happy again...
No, I don't feel the same joy as I did before. I don't know how long it's going to take to get that back...But I think I'm willing to go through it all.
School life is my escape. I think it always will be. This is my life. Home is just paradox. It's my other world.
My OTHER life. My not as goood life. Too many memeories following me around in my head, wherever I go.
There's nothing I can do about that until I turn 18. Nothing I can do until I can legally escape, until I can get out into the real world, out of my head. Into that sweet, sweet oblivion for good. Permanent.
Or maybe not. Maybe I wont be able to handle life on my own...I'm so scared of doing things on my own.
But it'll be okay...That's all so far away. But not too far away, really, it's gonna be jumping up on me as soon as I turn around. As soon as I begin to relax.
Take me away sweet blue. Take me away and never look back, don't forget about me, don't drop me back into this sick reality. This twisted world. It's makes me shake inside myself. Makes me afraid to be alive, to really live.
But I gotta jump in, I gotta get into the obscenities. I've got to love it, embrace it.
Everyone else can do it, why can't I?