Mom, I don’t want your perfect posts, I want you back — the one I miss most. To see me cry and hold me tight, To choose me over a screen at night. So if you ever look up and see, Your daughter’s still here, silently— Wishing you'd come back through the door, And see the girl you once lived for. --- In a house that no longer feels like home. Mom, I don’t want your perfect posts, I want you back — the one I miss most. To see me cry and hold me tight, To choose me over a screen at night. So if you ever look up and see, Your daughter’s still here, silently— Wishing you'd come back through the door, And see the girl you once lived for. --- *Tyty*