She

She is sadness 

She is the tears that drip down a widow's cheek

She is anxiety 

She is the mossy rocks that break the ocean's waves.

She is hate.
She is the hot cartridge of a gang member's pistol.

She is addiction.

She is the baggy, the needle, and the pipe.

She is pain.
She is what makes you beg for a bullet between your lips.

She is Katy.