Why do I even care..

Those lonely nights,
That tearing emptiness.
The sins of present,
That lay at my behest.
Why did I care,
Why didn't I stop it,
No one knew it,
No one understood it.
The person lived through,
Without bothering my sinew.
Yet I cared so much,
Never hurtling stones few.
It was her own life,
She was not bothered at all,
Whether I lived or perished,
Why would she even call.
And now I have realised,
Its time to step back.
The bond has become bondage,
The beggar has become sage.
Enough of the grief,
Enough for my heart's thief.
I will stay rooted to my hair,
For I really don't care.