Three becomes none in the end

by Lost for the world to reach

Just a poem, made by a very tired girl.

Once we were innocent,

Only children,

Through even then we were to smart to fear the dark,

We were different,

Each other was all we had,

Nobody else understood; pure intellect,

But things change,

One got lost in jealousy,

Three become two; who became one in the end,

Split we became,

One forgotten,

The second hated,

The third lost on a hunt for something he will never know.

Please don't ask me what this is. I'm tried and I found it in the bottom of my notes.