Phoenix Trail does not own the Transformers universe but she does own her OC's. This is also written under another of my accounts, Bex Stark, which I lost access to. So do not be alarmed that you've read this under that name.

Once there was peace in the world. No violence, No thoughts of wrong doing. But that was soon gone. In its place were experiments on children and talks of super human weapons who would follow orders to the letter. Weapons that could... would do anything. Weapons of Great Destruction. Weapons that could not rebel against their masters. Governments worked hand in hand to create the perfect weapons. And it almost worked. Except one thing. We had humanity. We would not be weapons. NO MORE!

Pain, it's all I've ever known. The pain of the experiments and the pain of being left to die like I was trash. But in a sense I am. We were all abandoned as children. We were things no one would notice were gone. We were disposable if we failed but we didn't. We were strong, we were unforgiving. Our anger became our strength, fleeting as it was. They pushed beyond our limits and when they broke, they were replaced with something better, something stronger, smarter, faster, bigger. We were spliced with animal DNA. After all why make something yourself when Nature already had it. And when that wasn't enough, when they decided this wasn't Mount Olympus they reached farther, to the stars. Aliens; long crashed on earth. Unlike us they were bigger and stronger, the difference being they were technological. They were dangerous especially to humans.

I'm tired

I'm worn

My heart is heavy

From the work it takes to keep on breathing

I've been called a freak my entire life. I didn't chose to be this way, none of us did. I was taken against my will, MADE INTO THE FREAK. All of us were, no one escaped the hell. In total there were 82 of us. 41 females and 41 males. There weren't that many to begin or end with.

I've made mistakes

I've let my hope fail

My soul feels crushed

By the weight of this world

And I know that you can give me rest

So I cry out with all that I have left

Some days the experimenting gets so bad that I want to give up, let the alien substance coursing through my veins take over, to give in so the pain would stop. But I won't give them that satisfaction. I hear them make bets on how long it'll take me to die. I hear the cards being dealt against me, the chips falling into place. But it's my pride and will (also a lot of help from God) to leave this place that keeps me alive.

Let me see redemption win

Let me know the struggle ends

That you can mend my heart that's frail and torn

I hear the cries of the others before me, like they our here trying to tell me to be strong. When they finally reach the final hurrah. Even though I'm getting weaker. But when I get a chance I will take it. They can't take my will. Surviving is what I do best, what WE do best.

I want to know a song can rise

From the ashes of a broken life

And all that's dead inside can be reborn

Cause I'm worn

I've seen brothers and sisters die because they can't find anything to fight for because our own kind torture us. But they always told me to never to let the experiments, the scientists or even the voices you hear every day, get the better of me but what choice do I have? Even if they fell, I was to fight for all of us. To prove the darkness wrong and despite the deal that our captors had made with the devil, we would rise and rebel. If they thought they could control us they were sorely wrong. We are getting stronger, We are getting smarter, We are getting angrier and we will make those we wronged us pay!

I know I need

To lift my eyes up

But I'm to weak

Life just won't let up

And I know that You can give me rest

So I cry out with all that I have left

They told me when I get out of here that I have to live my life for them. To find a family that would love me. That would protect me and care for even with me cybernetic transformations. They said that they'd be with me always to help me.

Let me see redemption win

Let me know the struggle ends

That you can mend a heart that's frail and torn

I want to know a song can rise\

From the ashes of a broken life\

And all that's dead inside can be reborn

Cause I'm worn

Let me see redemption win

Let me know the struggle ends

That you can mend a heart that's frail and torn

I want to know a song can rise\

From the ashes of a broken life\

And all that's dead inside can be reborn

Yes all that's dead inside will be reborn

Though I'm worn

Yeah I'm worn

They said if I had a chance to escape to take it even if it means leaving them behind. Not to risk my freedom for theirs. That they had nothing to live for except me. But once their gone what do I have? But tonight I take my chance. I will escape. For my family I will live.

Thanks for reading, I hope you have an awesome week and holiday season. Please review and please submit constructive criticism. I do not own this song, its Worn by Tenth Avenue North