The speaker of "Every Day" describes a daily effort to be a good person, and the strain that effort puts on them. They say they try their best, but they also wonder why they are alive at all, living a life they never asked for. Much of the weight comes from having to please everybody. They admit there is some satisfaction in being able to lift people's bad moods, yet that skill doesn't help when the bad thoughts turn on themselves.
The mood is heavy, tired, and quietly painful. The repetition in "these / these horrible things / horrible thoughts" feels like someone stumbling over words they find hard to say. The layout also seems meaningful: words like "can," "please," "kill," "myself," and "now" are pushed far to the right, so they stand apart from the rest. Read together, they hint at pressure, harm, and a longing to escape the present. The poem ends with an honest, unresolved ache rather than comfort.