Answer:
Lighter than what I am made of. More of me is hidden than seen. What am I?
People need me, yet they give me away every day. What am I?
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as my flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
I belong to you but others use me more often than you do. What am I?
I am a word. I become longer when the third letter is removed. What am I?
Bury deep, Pile on stones, My mind will always Dig up them bones