Is this the ways its supposed to be?

Things in my head,
They just keep spinning.
Sometimes I dread,
The same old warning.

The friends I call,
To help me through,
Everything and all,
The things I do.

The tears I cry,
They do have a meaning.
I look to the sky,
And the starts a gleaming.

Whats wrong with me?
Is this the way itâ??s supposed to be?