What do you do

She in her wired to the moon ways, pondering away her days with thoughts of what could have beens and whys. She feels all alone, unwanted and neglected, You get it, You understand. She's in pain and smiles anyway, symbolizing the strength she's so desperate to conjure from whats left of her torn out stomach. You get it, you understand. But what do you say? What is it you have to tell to the woman you've torn to pieces, broken down emotionally, ripped out the power of trust with your force fed lies and stamped all over the heart she so willingly gave you to keep? What do you do? Nothing. You do nothing and you say nothing. Sorry won't cure her lifeless body, words won't quell the torrential downpour that you've set by your toxicity. You simply move aside, stop spoiling the view. You stop distracting her from her soulmate. That's what you do.