Infection of the Green-Eyed Monster

I lost my bestie the other day, am I supposed to cry? When this silly gal straight told me that she wished that I would die.....That she never could stand me, nor my high maintenance ways. That she would have killed me a long time ago if crime didn't pay. She always hated my strength, my ability to bounce back, and the fact that I was the big bad bitch that she lacked.....Being me....Hot tempered, feisty, and not caring about feelings. My gloves came off, and I put the verbal blade in my mouth ready to draw emotional blood from her. Five years of friendship went out of the window, sisterhood went up in flames, and my heart pumped hatred. My friend became my enemy, my enemy...No....She was an enemy the whole time. Real friends don't throw daggers, and let deep dirty secrets spew from their lips like sewage and splatter your face with it........Maybe you didn't understand what I said the first time....I lost my bestie the other day, am I supposed to cry? When this silly gal straight told me that she wished that I would die.....Die? Die. Damn.....That green-eyed monster infected you, poisoned you, lied to you, got a hold of you. Because if you want what I have, you have to walk through my shoes, and go through what I've been through, and all I have been was a good person to you. How can you be envious of a heart, that pumps blood like yours do. All it took was a bloodline falling in love with me, for your true colors to show, so enviously. Now your whole family hates me, because of what has become of me. The stories you tell, you played the victim so gracefully......But trust me you could never affect me. I'm still me.