How to fill a page

What's the point of a pencil
when the holder is empty?
Finger tips squeezing yellow paint
until it chips off and cold wood resents me.
I'm not sure where my sharp sense be,
it's an artistic winter I'm sensing.
Bottled up to the point of preventing even
a single drop from being unpacked where my pen be.

I'm punching the page and it's not even denting.
I wagered my woes unrelenting,
now I've got none of those but
worry over whittled erasers friends sent me
and a sharpener blade bending,

I'm not one for pretending but
I'd borrow, whose lending?
Who feels like venting about their
spouse overspending or
how the pills aren't mending
little Ben and Wendy.

Whose overfull from Wendy's?
Who or what
has you lamenting?
Bottle ill will to send me
as though my life's depending,
and your death is pending
and the world is ending
cuz this needs an ending

and I'm spent
am I trending?