The speaker describes being the person others lean on in their darkest moments. They stay up all night talking someone out of self-harm or suicide, whether that person is a stranger online or a close friend nearby. The poem's sharp point comes near the end: none of those people ever asks how the speaker is doing. The title, "hypocrites," suggests a bitter judgment on that one-sidedness, though the poem never spells out exactly who the label is aimed at.
The speaker sounds exhausted and lonely. The short, plain lines make the poem feel like a quiet confession rather than a loud complaint. The final lines are the heaviest, because once the crisis has passed for everyone else, the speaker is alone again and "questioning your own life." Using "you" pulls the reader into that position. The mood is tired, sad, and a little resentful, with the unsettling sense that the helper may be struggling just as much as the people being helped.