Incomplete

If someone does you wrong, it doesn't justify you doing the same to them or another
There's always going to be at least two choices one or the other
We make life harder then it is, digging our own grave 
Problems pile up, life's little maze
The longer we hold on to the problems, the more it weighs
Days turn into nights and nights turn into days
Everything in the big picture loses value, does it still have the same meaning
A world where everyone helps each other, is it really dreaming?
I don't think it's far fetched, I consistently have hope
Constantly overlooked just because I'm broke,
It's weird to me because I'm genuinely happy, is it really complete
Life away from my son, makes everything incomplete