My life is a book filled with blank pages

My life is a book with filled with blank pages
Instead of chapters I go thru stages
The title of my book is undecided 
And there are no words that can be sighted 
You see my book has no words
Which to many may seem absurd
That's because I have yet to live up to my potential
What I'm meant to do is influential
Instead I slowly rot away
In this house I always stay
I need a purpose or long term goal
I need to connect back with my soul
But I'm distracted by the devil device
And ignore loved ones advice
My worst fear
Is forgetting why I came here
If the precious gift of life was taken from me
And I ceased to be
After one generation I would be forgotten
As my corpse grows colder and rotten
How horrible and grim
Then I would have to confess all my sins
GOD would ask "why did u waste all the gifts I bestowed upon you...
Do u remember what you went to earth to do?
I gave u the gift of the written word
So your inner world could be heard
I also gave you immeasurable creativity
So your dreams others could see
Then I gave you a strong sense of empathy
So you could relate to everybody
I picked your parents so you would have a loving home
Always supported and never alone
I made you intelligent and open minded
Still you allowed yourself to be blinded
On top of all that I made you handsome too
So others would be drawn to you
You were unable to see that you were blessed 
This was the ultimate test
Still you decided to be addicted to negativity
That destroyed your body slowly 
You hid inside
Abused, used, and lied
I am furious and greatly disappointed
For this achievement you would have been anointed 
I know exactly what to do with you
You may not deserve what I am about to do
I'm sending you back to repeat your life once again
And this time lets hope your story has a different ending my friend."