The speaker describes a desperate attempt to get rid of pain. They scream at the stars, cry in the rain, and even tear at their own chest, breaking their nails, as if the hurt were a physical object lodged inside them. The images are big and dramatic, almost like a scene from a storm, which shows how overwhelming the feeling is.
The ending shifts everything. The speaker realizes the effort was useless, and the reason is simple: "the broken isn't in me." The poem doesn't say where the broken thing actually is, so we have to guess. Judging by the wording, it might be a relationship, a situation, or a world the speaker can't fix by changing themselves. The title, "Pointless," fits that sense of wasted struggle.
The mood is raw, exhausted, and bleak, but there's a quiet flicker of clarity at the end. The speaker may be hurting, but they're also beginning to see that the fault isn't theirs.