She can't stand a lot right now

She can't stand the sound of the beer bottles being thrown, she can't stand the yelling.
She can't stand the sound of hitting, and him walking towards her room.
She can't stand the smell of his breathe, and when he commands her to undress.
She can't stand how he hits her and uses her, for his own good will.
She can't stand a lot right now.
She can't understand why life is this way, why she feels this pain.
She can't ignore the sadness within her, and how she must solve it.
She can't forgive herself for leaving her mother...forever.
She can't stand a lot right now.
She can stand the thought of freedom, as she's taking all her depression pills, and chugging down whiskey, the more she drinks, the more she can stand freedom.
She can't stand a lot right now,
but she can stand freedom, and she will stand freedom.