Who's the real sinner here?

I hear voices in my head. Not all the time though, just sometimes. It's like when you're about to fall asleep and there's a television playing in the background. Except I'm not sleeping, I'm awake, and I don't have a television. The voices aren't cruel or harsh. They're like friends. They keep me company. They keep me company in this place they call "haven," in this place with no windows and a door that can only be opened from the outside, in this asylum.