In just three short lines, the speaker admits to being worn out, yet refuses to give up. The first line sets up the balance of the whole piece: "exhausted but not hopeless." The word "but" does a lot of work here. It lets tiredness and hope sit side by side, without pretending that either one cancels the other.
The second line is plain and honest. "Its hard to manage things now" doesn't explain what is going wrong, so we're left with a general sense of strain, the kind of weight anyone might recognize from a difficult stretch of life. The missing apostrophe in "Its" makes the voice feel casual and unpolished, almost like a note jotted down in a quiet moment.
The last line, "It won't be always," is the turning point. It reads like a small promise the speaker makes to themselves. The mood is quiet, weary, and gently steady, with hope that is modest rather than loud.