How did we end up like this?

I used to believe that the three of us can stand against the world. I thought that our friendship was a gift from Heaven. When we met, I was broken. I couldn't find the strength to wake up every morning and act like everything was alright. I was tired to cover my true self with a mask just to put up with the standards created by our heartless society. But when we met...the two of you were as broken as me. At that moment I was sure that God, or faith or anything of that kind brought us together in order to be able to fix each

other. At this moment I start to believe that our first meeting was just an unfortunate accident. The three of us weren't bound to became so close with each other. Even if at the beginning everything was like in a fairytale reality was far from that. I think that now our wounds got even deeper than before meeting each other.
Isn't it so...ironic that we love each other so much that we just can't understand living in this world without each other but , at the same time, we hurt each other so much that even breathing becomes painful?

How? How could this happen?What went wrong? When did our worst nightmares become our reality?