It's the kind of sad that laughs at itself.

The kind that says "Well, shit. This sucks."

The kind that gives you a half smile, but you can see the pain in their eyes.

It's the kind of sad that gives you hope.

It's the kind of lost that knows where it's going.

The kind that has a plan, but knows that stuff's going to change.

The kind that's seen and been through so much and is still so excited to go on.

It's the kind of lost that makes you laugh.

It's the kind of pain that feels good.

The kind that cleanses.

The kind that hurts so much that you can't bear it, but you do because you know you have to.

It's the kind of pain that you need.

It's the kind of broken that makes you think.

The kind that makes you nostalgic.

The kind that wonders if it will ever be whole again, knows it never can be, and is ok with that.

It's the kind of broken that gives you hope.

It's the kind of strength that makes you smile.

The kind that makes you want to be better.

The kind that laughs when life says it can't.

It's the kind of strength I want.

It's the kind of strength I've earned.

It's the kind of strength I have.