Here I lay beneath the pen
Motionless, pale, pasty, dead.

Here I lay beneath the pen
You haven't spared a thought for me yet, but why would you when you threw away so many other just like me before.

Here I lay beneath the pen
I may be a little rough around the edges, but that's the texture! I can be what you want just give me a chance!

Here I lay beneath the pen
So now you've used and abused me, you're just going to throw me away, like a useless piece of garbage.

Here I lay beneath the pen
Defiled and disrespected, you crunch me up and throw me away without a second thought, but here's a thought, I started out pristine condition just like the others, that pen passed across me so quickly and you deemed me unworthy.

What was I?