Juxtapose.

im sure theres a piece of everyone that wants to fall down and die.
and a piece that wants everyone to miss them, after they fall down and
die. and a piece that wants to ease everyone's pain, missing them,
after they have fallen down dead.
yesterday i found a bird in my driveway. he was barely alive. i picked
him up and carried him inside, put him in a box. there were no marks on
him, but he was struggling to breathe, jerking air in. he stretched
open his wings, flipped himself over, and flailingly died on his back.
i, too, would like to die on my back, but i would rather die in my
sleep.
i only hope that you are there to throw me in the trash, and say:
isnt that sad.