Persuasive Essay About Death

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Dear friends; to anyone whom it may affect, you should all know that I am dead. “You’re not dead,” one might say. “I see you,” or “I hear you,” you’ll comment. Let me ask you this; do you always believe everything you see or hear? Hopefully not, because there are a lot of people out there waiting to fool you. People strive in the hope of failure. Not their own failure, but others. There are literally people out there who are just waiting for you (or me) to mess up. Death. A dark word used to describe the cessation of life. The common interpretation would be to see this as the end of life entirely. Physical and mental death, but it is not. Physically I am here, but emotionally and mentally I have died. Are you still confused? Do you realize how I am treated? Is it even humanly possible to treat a person like they are nothing more that a piece of dirt? Have you ever fallen to the point of perpetual numbness that you just can’t escape? If you have, I’m sorry and I truly understand. My name is Gemma Martin and I have been murdered mentally. 3 years old; ripped from my home. Stolen from my family. Yes, it’s not your typical situation and it sucks, but it’s what I could have grown up with. If it was just that then maybe, just maybe, I would have a chance at recovery. 9 years old; I was one of those kids with that crazy toothless smile. I had those awkward brown pigtails and I had just discovered my mommy’s makeup. 9 years old and I felt unbeautiful. That’s sad. Look around you; can you pick out anyone who feels beautiful? I’m sure you could name a few who are beautiful, but do they know? Do they feel beautiful? The older i’ve gotten, it seems that younger and younger generations discover their insecurities even sooner than the ... ... middle of paper ... ... was wrong according to everyone else. So, how can we live in a world filled with wrong without even the slightest bit of right in our reality? Here’s where the answer comes in: we need to live in an alternate reality. Each and every one of us. Reality is a horrible place, therefore we need to just disconnect ourselves from it. I live in my own reality. I am dead to you, and it was my choice. I chose to be this way. We all make choices and we all have consequences to deal with. Personally, I believe this is the best choice I could have possibly made. No one can hurt you if you fly so high. No one can ever hurt me again unless I let myself down. So, in retrospect… The only one that can really ever hurt me again is myself. Don’t bother looking for me. Don’t leave a message. Don’t even call. From this point on, your dear ‘friend’, Gemma, no longer exists.

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