Ridiculous

My whole body contracts, filled with anguish. There is no physical pain, but the psychological pain has filled my entire body. I scream as tears stream down my face. I scream nonsense and punch anything in sight that isn't you. You watch in horror, stunned, because what you said shouldn't have upset me that much. You call me a psycho and I run outside barefoot in pajama shorts and a tank top and collapse in the snow, screaming to the sky. I know how ridiculous I seem, but it seems like I can't control myself, and to an extent, I don't care. You tell me to come inside, and all I can do is scream. Not any coherent words, just a scream. You close the door, and I lay in the snow sobbing, not feeling anything but the pain inside.