Beneath my feet, a flower stands alone. It beckons to me. I twist the stem, freeing it from its clinging roots, Caressing the final joyous moment between my fingers. But to what ends?

Did I do something wrong? I don't understand, so if I did something wrong, please tell me.

Deeper and deeper my fingers go. Like exploring a dark cave, discovering the secrets hiding in the nooks and crannies. Digging and digging. Scraping and scraping.

I guess I like...happy poems~ Wait, sometimes I like sad poems too... Sometimes a little bit of both... There's a word for that, right? What's the word I'm looking for... ...Bittersweet! Yeah!

Get out of my head before I finish writing this poem.

It's just us now. And you made me the happiest girl in the whole world.

I think people can get closer to each other if they find ways of expressing their feelings.

No... Don't do this...to me... Please don't do this...

Well, I'm pretty into like, crafty things. Like making cute little collages or decorating things. Like cards, or jewelry boxes..

(It's lunchtime. Sayori, who usually buys her lunch, is making her way to the cafeteria like any other day. The clamor and bustle of the students is drowned by Sayori's impeccable skill of zoning out)

I'm...I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to hurt you...

I'm gonna keep writing until I die!

Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head.