..."Style"? Six Weeks

I used to have an addiction, but through time I've become clean
It was free from my system for at least six weeks
I was having withdrawals, and desired a quick fix
Call me a junkie, and I reply ,“It's all stones and sticks.”
My eyelids are so heavy, chills are running through my spine
I know I'm not okay, but I still assure you that I'm fine
I fall to the floor, the room around is spinning
I will forever fight this battle, but I can't guarantee on winning
I rub my bloodshot eyes, almost as red as the sun
Drugs make you suicidal but I got rid of my gun
I gotta get through this, although my body feels weak
At this point my withdrawals are at their highest peak
Lock the drugs away, and don't ever give me access

I will do whatever it takes, just to get past this
My forehead feels hot, and I'm sweating from my palms
My hands feel kinda clammy, will this sickness ever stall
I'm screaming to you now, just give me one more taste
This is the hardest challenge that I've ever come to face
Help me get through it...