What's Hell?

What's hell?
It's the home,
Lacking jiffs of peace,
And full of bangarang.
There, life seems halted,
And the smiles faded.
Days appear to be hueless,
While nights are too ruinous.

What's hell?
It's the home,
Owning tales of debates,
And corners wet with tears.
There, life seems dreary,
And joy seems sickly.
Parents appear to be clueless,
While kids are too hopeless.