Silent Night

So much for that in my childhood. Irrational idioms slinging often. Loads and loads of arguing. Everyday from 6am to 6am. Not at home anymore in my own place, To get over him. No night I had peace had to go to bed angry at dad. I hated the awful experience of him opening Hell's Gates with his hurtful words of hate towards me, my mom, and others He did not love. He loved some but not all The awful turbulent troll rolls in guilt while I'm at my own home with silent nights.