Answer:
I can be driven but have no wheels. I can be sliced but still remains whole
I can be cracked made told and played.
If a man carried my burden, he would break his back. I am not big but leave silver in my tracks. What am I?
I have memories, but none of my own. Whatever's on my inside is what is shown. If I'm ever different, it's because you changed me. I feel like a decoration, here for you to arrange me. What am I?
You use a knife to slice my head and weep beside me when I am dead.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.