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Awake Yet Asleep
  White sheets
  covered her
  from the world;
  and red ribbons
  laced around
  her back
  and her arms.
  
  The colors
  of black and blue
  surrounded
  her body too;
  soon to be
  joined
  by the color of blood.
  
  Liquid rubies
  dripped
  and dropped
  from her body,
  falling
  and crashing
  into the ground.
  
  The only music,
  she heard
  was a lullaby,
  as she laid
  with pain,
  on a bed
  of dreams.
  
  When she had
  no reason to hope,
  she still hoped;
  and so
  she endured the pain,
  that they inflicted
  and whipped
  on her.
  
  And so,
  with each rise
  and with each fall
  of her breath,
  she still lives;
  asleep,
  on a bed
  with a mask.
  
  Pieces of midnight
  fell around her
  as waves;
  as she laid
  awake
  yet asleep,
  in the midst
  of confusions
  and illusions,
  in the hospital.

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- "she still lives; assleep, on a bed with a mask"
And of course:
- "pieces of midnight fell around her as waves; as she laid awake yet asleep"
And the words flow freely and smoothly--just rolling off the tongue. You've slipped in some rhymes too that don't detract too much attention but nevertheless adds to the rhythm, which is (don't quote me on this; I've never studied poetry) exactly what they should do. It's a pleasure just to read this poem, not to mention the important message you've incorporated here. The only thing that could've made it better was if the child wasn't in the hospital. Not that I advocate abuse, but in my opinion, it sends a much stronger message if the child bore all this suffering invisibly--and you'd end the poem with the lingering, heart-rending suggestion that the poor girl will have to face another day of it tomorrow. Also, why would the abusive parents send her to the hospital? Wouldn't it be game over for them the moment the authorities sniff them out? Still though, that's just a minor little bump, and subjective enough for it not to harm the strengths of your writing. It was as if you were channeling Ms. Dickinson's spirit while writing this. No doubt you'll go on to do great things. Keep it up! :)
 
I wrote this from a dream, I had last night (on September 20, 2014.) This has never happened to me, but I know this has happened to other girls my age, older and even younger than me. Before and now. This is still happening in our world, possibly and probably even right now. There are people who abuse girls like this and sometimes more. I don't about you, but I think we can stop this. What do you think? Thank you for taking the time to read this.