Heaven is calling

Heavy hands of angels,
are pushing on my heart,
doctors watching closely
as they try to make it start.
they cant hear the voices
calling out my name,
they cant see hands pulling
making me rise again.

not sure if i'm alive,
but it's like i am here,
regret taking those pills,
and hurting the ones so dear.
if i could turn back time,
i'd never make that scar
nor added to the number,
and let it go so far.

But i guess it's too late,
the doctors they gave in,
and i'm not here now,
to see the mess my family's in.