The speaker is stuck in a low, numb place and is trying to make sense of it. The poem starts with a question: if a thought is only a whisper, what is a cry? Thoughts, we're told, are how the speaker gets by, a quiet way of holding on. Hopes like "I think it will be over" sound thin and uncertain, and the line "How can I keep going without any fun" shows how drained of joy things feel.
The second half turns to the cry itself. The speaker tries "and try and try" to cry but can't, which suggests feelings that are too heavy or too blocked to come out. Then something shifts. The speaker says they don't want to cry, they want to try, and the repeated words ("Try to change / Change the lies") link each line to the next like small steps forward. The mood is tired and fragile, but there is a stubborn thread of hope in the wish to change what feels false.